Enter Servant.
Serv. A Gentleman, Sir, just come from on board an English vessel, says, he has letters to present to you.
Sir Luke. Shew him in—[Exit Servant.] He has brought his character too, I suppose—and left it behind, too, I suppose.
Enter Mr. Twineall, in a fashionable undress.
Twi. Sir Luke, I have the honour of presenting to you, [Gives letters] one from my Lord Cleland—one from Sir Thomas Shoestring—one from Colonel Fril.
Sir Luke. [Aside] Who in the name of wonder have my friends recommended?—[reads while Lord Flint and the Lady talk apart] No—as I live, he is a gentleman, and the son of a Lord—[going to Lady Tremor.] My dear, that is a gentleman, notwithstanding his appearance—don't laugh—but let me introduce you to him.
Lady. A gentleman! certainly—I did not look at him before—but now I can perceive it.
Sir Luke. Mr. Twineall, give me leave to introduce Lady Tremor to you, and my Lord Flint—this, my Lord, is the Honourable Mr. Twineall from England, who will do me the favour to remain in my house, till he is settled to his mind in some post here. [They bow.] I beg your pardon, Sir, for the somewhat cool reception Lady Tremor and I gave you at first—but I dare say her Ladyship was under the same mistake as myself—and I must own I took you at first sight for something very different from the person you prove to be—for really no English ships have arrived in this harbour for these five years past, and the dress of us English gentlemen is so much altered since that time—
Twi. But, I hope, Sir Luke, if it is, the alteration meets with your approbation.
Lady. O! to be sure—it is extremely elegant and becoming.