Blar. (Giving his hand.) Your hand upon it, Mr. Remnant. Don’t rise. Now, tell me, do you stand well with the people of quality?—for I can make interest for you among them.
Rem. Sir, I am your humble servant.
Blar. And I am yours, with all my heart. (Shaking hands again.)
Rem. You do me too much honor.
Blar. There is nothing I would not do for you.
Rem. Sir, you are too kind to me.
Blar. At least I am disinterested; be sure of that, Mr. Remnant.
Rem. Certainly I have not merited these favors, sir. But, sir,—
Blar. Now I think of it, will you stay and sup with me?—without ceremony, of course.
Rem. No, sir, I must return to my shop; I should have been there before this. I—