Arb. No—I was mistaken in that point. I wronged him, and I am sorry for it. But what a pity it is that men of real generosity should not be amiable in their manners, and as ready to oblige in trifles as in matters of consequence.
Bel. True—‘tis a pity when that is really the case.
Arb. How much less an exertion it would have been to have shown some civility about a horse or a flower-root!
Bel. Apropos of flowers!—there’s your gardener carrying a large one in a pot.
Enter Gardener.
Arb. Now, James, what have you got there?
Gardener. A flower, sir, for madam, from Mr. Goodwin’s.
Arb. How did you come by it?
Gard. His gardener, sir, sent me word to come for it. We should have had it before, but Mr. Goodwin thought it would not move safely.
Arb. I hope he has got more of them?