Sir C. No common place book, formed from a whole library of plays and novels, could furnish a better sentence. Your folly would shame a school-boy—even of the last age—In the present, he learns the world with his grammar, and gets a just notion of the worthlessness of the other sex, before he is of an age to be duped by their attractions.
Lord G. Sir, your prejudices——
Sir C. My prejudices?—will you appeal to Clifford—here he comes—your friend—your other self.
Enter Clifford.
Lord G. And will Clifford condemn the choice of the heart?
Cliff. Never, my lord, when justly placed—In the case I perceive you are arguing, I am ready to blush for you—nay, don't look grave—I am acquainted with your enchantress.
Lord G. You acquainted with her?
Cliff. Yes; and, if I don't deceive myself, shall make her break her own spell. I am in correspondence with her.
Lord G. You in correspondence with Miss Alton!—when? where? What am I to think of this?