SIR W. But the usages of society—the——
MAR. I don’t care! I shall follow my own usages, and I begin this morning by packing off my French master and my music master; and as for the dancing master, if he dares come here again and make my feet ache as he did yesterday, I’ll break his little fiddle over his head for him!
Enter a SERVANT at the back.
SERV. Lord and Lady Plato.
SIR W. Good heavens! my uncle and his wife, his first visit since his marriage! Now, my dearest Margaret, if you have any regard for me—and I know you have, after your own fashion——
MAR. I like you very much when you don’t snub me.
SIR W. I never will again, if you will only be a little on your guard now. Speak as few words as possible, and take off that apron and those gardening gloves, and try to recollect the way of receiving visitors that I have so often taught you.
MAR. I’ll try.
SIR W. There’s a dear! and I’ll give you a kiss when they’re gone.
MAR. No, give it me now.