Sir Will. And after all, it is more than probable, sir, he might reject the offer, of such powerful patronage.
Lofty. Then, madam, what can we do? You know I never make promises. In truth, I once or twice tried to do something with him in the way of business; but as I often told his uncle, Sir William Honeywood, the man was utterly impracticable.
Sir Will. His uncle! Then that gentleman, I suppose, is a particular friend of yours?
Lofty. Meaning me, sir?—Yes, madam, as I often said, My dear Sir William, you are sensible I would do anything as far as my poor interest goes, to serve your family; but what can be done? there's no procuring first-rate places for ninth-rate abilities.
Miss Rich. I have heard of Sir William Honeywood; he's abroad in employment; he confided in your judgment, I suppose.
Lofty. Why, yes, madam; I believe Sir William had some reason to confide in my judgment; one little reason, perhaps.
Miss Rich. Pray, sir, what was it?
Lofty. Why, madam—but let it go no further—it was I procured him his place.
Sir Will. Did you, sir?
Lofty. Either you or I, sir.