Miss Dolly B. True, papa; but then, I hadn't seen this gentleman.
Lady B. Haven't I hopes of Colonel Epaulette, for you?
Miss Dolly B. Ay, but none of us have ever seen the colonel—he mayn't like me, and, perhaps, I mayn't like him.
Lady B. Dolly, you're too ready with your yes.
Lack. Consider, if your ladyship had always cruelly said no, Miss Dolly could never have been the admiration of the Court of Versailles.
Sir J. B. Yes, and I dare say——
Lack. Softly, my honest fellow.
Sir J. B. [Stamping.] What d'ye mean, friend—honest fellow! I don't believe you know who you're talking to!—[Aside.] Oh, oh! Tallyho is likely to be jockeyed here—[Calls out.] Bob, if Squire Tallyho comes, show him——
Lady B. Show him out of the house.
Miss Dolly B. What! the Squire?