Man. The famous borough of Guzzledown!
Lord Town. A proper representative, indeed.
Lady Grace. Pray, Mr. Manly, don't I know him?
Man. You have din'd with him, Madam, when I was last down with my Lord, at Bellmont.
Lady Grace. Was not that he that got a little merry before dinner, and overset the tea-table, in making his compliments to my Lady?
Man. The same.
Lady Grace. Pray what are his circumstances? I know but very little of him.
Man. Then he is worth your knowing, I can tell you, Madam. His estate, if clear, I believe, might be a good two thousand pounds a year: Though as it was left him, saddled with two jointures, and two weighty mortgages upon it, there is no saying what it is——But that he might be sure never to mend it, he married a profuse young hussy, for love, without a penny of money! Thus having, like his brave ancestors, provided heirs for the family (for his dove breeds like a tame pigeon) he now finds children and interest-money make such a bawling about his ears, that at last he has taken the friendly advice of his kinsman, the good Lord Danglecourt, to run his estate two thousand pounds more in debt, to put the whole management of what's left into Paul Pillage's hands, that he may be at leisure himself to retrieve his affairs by being a parliament-man.
Lord Town. A most admirable scheme, indeed!