Has. O, I'll procure you that again—and, for all things else, I'm sure you will have patience.
Twi. O, no, I can't—upon my soul I can't.—I want a little lavender water—My hair is in such a trim too!—No powder—no brushes——
Has. I will provide you with them all.
Twi. But who will you provide to look at me, when I am dress'd?
Has. I'll bring all your acquaintance.
Twi. I had rather you wou'd take me to see them.
Has. Pardon me.
Twi. Dear Mr. Haswell!—Dear Sir!—Dear friend!—What shall I call you?—Only say what title you like best, and I'll call you by it directly—I always did love to please every body—and I am sure at this time I stand more in need of a friend than ever I did in my life.
Has. What has brought you here?
Twi. Trying to get a place.