Hard. I had forgot the great chair, for your own particular slumbers, after a hearty meal.
Marl. Zounds! bring me my bill, I say; and let's hear no more on't.
Hard. Young man, young man, from your father's letter to me, I was taught to expect a well-bred, modest man, as a visitor here; but now I find him no better than a coxcomb, and a bully. But he will be down here presently, and shall hear more of it.
Exit.
Miss Hardcastle.—"Let it be short, then."—p. 361.
Marl. How's this? Sure I have not mistaken the house! Everything looks like an inn. The servants cry, Coming. The attendance is awkward; the bar-maid too to attend us. But she's here, and will further inform me. Whither so fast, child! A word with you.
Enter Miss Hardcastle.
Miss Hard. Let it be short then. I'm in a hurry, (Aside.) I believe he begins to find out his mistake; but it's too soon quite to undeceive him.
Marl. Pray, child, answer me one question.—What are you, and what may your business in this house be?