Colonel E. You are under some gross error, or you are a person void of manners—if de former, you are a fool by nature; if de latter, a clown by habit—and as both is beneath my resentment, I sall look to my noble friend for an explanation of dis affront offered to Colonel Epaulette.
[Exit.
Sir J. B. Colonel Epaulette! Oh, the devil! what a blunder I have made!—[Calls out.] My lady—my Lady Bull!
Enter Lady Bull.
Lady B. What's the matter—what's the matter now with you, Sir John?
Sir J. B. The mischief to play—here has been Colonel Epaulette, and I unfortunately mistook him for the French tailor that I expected, to take orders for my new clothes.
Lady B. Sir John, why will you ever attempt to speak to persons of distinction?—Take a Colonel of the Gendesarmes for a tailor—how absurd!—[Calls.] Who waits?—Sir John, pray stay and explain this affair.
Sir J. B. Me!—damme, I wouldn't face him again for the pay of his whole regiment.
[Exit.
Lady B. [Passionately.] Who waits, I say?