Man. And with this politic prospect, he's now upon his journey to London——
Lord Town. What can it end in?
Man. Pooh! a journey into the country again.
Lord Town. And do you think he'll stir, 'till his money's gone? or at least 'till the session is over?
Man. If my intelligence is right, my Lord, he won't sit long enough to give his vote for a turnpike.
Lord Town. How so?
Man. O! a bitter business! he had scarce a vote, in the whole town, beside the returning officer: Sir John will certainly have it heard at the bar of the house, and send him about his business again.
Lord Town. Then he has made a fine business of it indeed.
Man. Which, as far as my little interest will go, shall be done in as few days as possible.
Lady Grace. But why would you ruin the poor gentleman's fortune, Mr. Manly?