sir george leete. [Disgustedly to mr. smallpeice.] You!
mr. smallpeice. Employed in a small matter . . as yet.
carnaby. [To crowe.] I hope you spoke your mind of me.
mr. crowe. Not behind your back, sir.
mrs. george leete leads lady leete from the dining-room. lady leete is a very old, blind and decrepit woman. dolly is a buxom young mother; whose attire borders on the gaudy.
carnaby. [With some tenderness.] Well . . Mother . . dear?
mr. crowe. [Bumptiously to sir george leete.] Did my speech offend you, my lord?
sir george leete. [Sulkily.] I'm a baronet.
lady leete. Who's this here?