Mrs. Hard. Bear witness again, you blockhead you, and I'll turn you out of the room directly. My poor niece, what will become of her! Do you laugh, you unfeeling brute, as if you enjoyed my distress?
Tony. I can bear witness to that.
Mrs. Hard. Do you insult me, monster? I'll teach you to vex your mother, I will.
Tony. I can bear witness to that.
He runs off, she follows him.
Enter Miss Hardcastle and Maid.
Miss Hard. What an unaccountable creature is that brother of mine, to send them to the house as an inn, ha! ha! I don't wonder at his impudence.
Maid. But what is more, madam, the young gentlemen, as you passed by in your present dress, asked me if you were the bar-maid? He mistook you for the bar-maid, madam.
Miss Hard. Did he? Then, as I live, I'm resolved to keep up the delusion. Tell me, Pimple, how do you like my present dress? Don't you think I look something like Cherry in the Beaux' Stratagem?
Maid. It's the dress, madam, that every lady wears in the country, but when she visits or receives company.