Sir Geo. My son! my dear friend, where did you find him?
John. Why, I found him where he was, and I left him where he is.
Sir Geo. What, and he came to Lady Amaranth's?
John. No; but I brought him there from this house, in her ladyship's chariot. I won't tell him Master Harry went amongst the players, or he'd never forgive him. [Aside.] Oh! such a merry, civil, crazy, crack-brain! the very picture of your honour.
Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! What, he's in high spirits? ha, ha, ha! the dog! [Joyfully.] But I hope he's had discretion enough to throw a little gravity over his mad humour, before his prudent cousin.
John. He threw himself on his knees before her, and that did quite as well.
Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! made love to her already! Oh, the impudent, the cunning villain! What, and may be he—[With great glee.]
John. Indeed he did give her a smack.
Sir Geo. Me; ha, ha, ha!
John. Oh, he's yours! a chip of the old block.