mr. tozer. [through his hiccoughs.] Damn you all.
lady leete. [Reverently, thinking it is said.] Amen.
mr. tozer. Only my joke.
carnaby. [Rising to the height of the occasion.] Mr. Tozer, I am indeed glad to see you, upon this occasion so delightfully drunk.
mr. tozer. Always a gen'elman . . by nature.
sir george leete. Lie down . . you dog.
george comes out carrying the cashmere shawl.
george. [To his father.] Dolly wants her father to rent Markswayde, sir.
mr. crowe. Not me, my son. You're to be a farmer-baronet.
sir george. Curse your impudence!