Harry. Sir, it should be considered I was but a novice.
Sir Geo. However, I shall think of nothing now but your benefit.
Harry. Very odd, his approving of—[Aside.] I thank you, sir, but, if agreeable to you, I've done with benefits.
Sir Geo. If I wasn't the best of fathers, you might indeed hope none from me; but no matter, if you can but get the fair quaker.
Harry. Or the humours of the navy, sir?
Sir Geo. What, how dare you reflect on the humours of the navy? The navy has very good humours, or I'd never see your dog's face again, you villain! But I'm cool. What, eh, boy, a snug, easy chariot?
Harry. I'll order it. Waiter, desire my father's carriage to draw up. [Calls.
Sir Geo. Mine, you rogue! I've none here. I mean Lady Amaranth's.
Harry. Yes, sir; Lady Amaranth's chariot! [Calling.]
Sir Geo. What are you at? I mean that which you left this house in.