Gilb. No, sir, no ways savage, except in the article of some of them going bare-footed; but the men is good men, most of them.
Sir W. And the women? You find that they have not wings on their shoulders.
Gilb. No, sir. (Smiling) And I’m glad they have not got wings, else they might fly away from us, which I’d be sorry for—some of them.
{After making this speech, GILBERT steps back, and brushes his master’s hat diligently.
Sir W. (aside) Ha! is that the case? Now I understand it all. ‘Tis fair, that Cupid, who blinds so many, should open the eyes of some of his votaries. (Aloud.) When you set up as landlord in your new inn, Gilbert, (Gilbert comes forward) you will want a landlady, shall not you?
Gilb. (falls back, and answers) I shall, sir, I suppose.
Sir W. Miss—what’s her name? the daughter of the landlord of the present inn. Miss—what’s her name?
Gilb. (answers without coming forward) Miss Gallagher, sir.
Sir W. Miss Gallagher?—A very ugly name!—I think it would be charity to change it, Gilbert.
Gilb. (bashfully) It would, no doubt, sir.