Sir Will. Sir, I have delivered it, and must inform you, it was received with the most mortifying contempt.
Croaker. Contempt! Mr. Lofty, what can that mean?
Lofty. Let him go on, let him go on, I say. You'll find it come to something presently.
Sir Will. Yes, sir, I believe you'll be amazed, if, after waiting some time in the ante-chamber; after being surveyed with insolent curiosity by the passing servants, I was at last assured, that Sir William Honeywood knew no such person, and I must certainly have been imposed upon.
Lofty. Good; let me die, very good. Ha! ha! ha!
Croaker. Now, for my life, I can't find out half the goodness of it.
Lofty. You can't. Ha! ha!
Croaker. No, for the soul of me; I think it was as confounded a bad answer, as ever was sent from one private gentleman to another.
Lofty. And so you can't find out the force of the message? Why, I was in the house at that very time. Ha! ha! It was I that sent that very answer to my own letter. Ha! ha!
