Baron. Dear Marquis.
Marq. Egad I won't.
Baron. Well, since it must be so——But here comes the Lady of the family.
Enter Mrs. Barnard.
Marq. Madam, let me present you to the flower of France.
Baron. Madam, I shall think myself the happiest person in the world in your Ladyship's acquaintance; and the little estate I have in this country I esteem more than all the rest, because it lies so near your Ladyship.
Mrs. Barn. Sir, your most humble servant.
Marq. Madam, the Baron de Messy is the best humour'd man in the world. I've prevail'd with him to give us his company a few days.
Mrs. Barn. I'm sure you could not oblige Mr. Barnard or me more.
Mr. Barn. That's a damn'd lye, I'm sure.