Sir Fran. How soa, Sir?
Man. Nay, 'tis for your own sake: I'm not concern'd.
Sir Fran. Look you, Cousin! thof' I know you wish me well; yet I don't question I shall give you such weighty reasons for what I have done, that you will say, Sir, this is the wisest Journey that ever I made in my life.
Man. I think it ought to be, Cousin; for I believe, you will find it the most expensive one—your Election did not cost you a trifle, I suppose.
Sir Fran. Why ay! it's true! That—that did lick a little; but if a man's wise, (and I han't fawn'd yet that I'm a fool) there are ways, Cousin, to lick one's self whole again.
Man. Nay if you have that secret——
Sir Fran. Don't you be fearful, Cousin——you'll find that I know something.
Man. If it be any thing for your good, I should be glad to know it too.
Sir Fran. In short then, I have a friend in a corner, that has let me a little into what's what, at Westminster——that's one thing.