Unc. Rich. Nor you neither, I dare say, young mistress.
Miss Betty. I hope not, Sir.
Unc. Rich. Um! Miss Mettle.
[Going, Sir Francis following him.
Where are you going, nephew?
Sir Fran. Only to attend you to the door, Sir.
Unc. Rich. Phu! no ceremony with me; you'll find I shall use none with you, or your family.
[Exit.
Sir Fran. I must do as you command me, Sir.