Harry. [Stares.] Me? Not I.
Sir Geo. Ha! this is a lie of John's, to enhance his own services. Then you have not been there?
Harry. There! I don't know where you mean, sir.
Sir Geo. Yes; 'tis all a brag of John's, but I'll—
Enter John Dory.
John. The rum and sugar is ready; but as for the fish-pond—
Sir Geo. I'll kick you into it, you thirsty old grampus.
John. Will you? Then I'll make a comical roasted orange.
Sir Geo. How dare you say you brought my son to Lady Amaranth's?
John. And who says I did not?