Colonel E. [With Joy.] Indeed!
Tall. Yes, and you'll find it cursed hard to get him out of it, he's so friendly.
Colonel E. [To Lackland.] Gi' me your hand—You're a most hospitable fellow! Zounds! Damme!
Lack. Oh, pray, Tallyho, isn't that your sister Celia?
Tall. [Looking.] Yes, that's sister Celia.
Lack. Haven't seen her some time—A fine girl, indeed!
Tall. I wish I'd left her behind, in Paris.—Badger'd—pestered with petticoats, when one has their betts and their business to mind.
Colonel E. I vill vait on de lady.
Lack. Yes, we'll all wait on the lady.—I shall engage her hand at the ball to-night.
Tall. Lackland, be quiet: she has a fortune.