Blar. And your daughter, Claudine, how is she?
Rem. As well as can be.
Blar. The beautiful little thing that she is! I am quite in love with her.
Rem. You do us too much honor, sir. I—you—
Blar. And little Harry—does he make as much noise as ever, beating that drum of his?
Rem. Ah, yes! He goes on the same as ever. But, as I was saying—
Blar. And your little dog, Brisk,—does he bark as loud as ever, and snap at the legs of your visitors?
Rem. More than ever, sir, and we don’t know how to cure him. He, he! But I dropped in to—
Blar. Do not be surprised if I want particular news of all your family, for I take the deepest interest in all of you.
Rem. We are much obliged to your honor, much obliged. I—