Oh, Sir John, I have been endeavouring to apologize for you, to the colonel here.
Lep. [Looks about.] Colonel!
Sir J. B. Egad, I fancy this is the tailor, indeed.
Lep. I am, at your service, sir.
Lady B. How!
Sir J. B. Ha! ha! ha! My lady, why will you pretend to speak to persons of distinction?—mistake a tailor, for a colonel, and a gendesarmes! ha! ha! ha!
Lady B. A tailor! then you're a very impudent little fellow!
Lep. Vell, miss, your moder voud not call me so.
Sir J. B. Her mother, you villain!
Lady B. Sir John, pray don't abuse the young man.