HARDCASTLE. Then there’s a mahogany table that you may see your own face in.
MARLOW. My bill, I say.
HARDCASTLE. I had forgot the great chair for your own particular slumbers, after a hearty meal.
MARLOW. Zounds! bring me my bill, I say, and let’s hear no more on’t.
HARDCASTLE. 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.]
MARLOW. 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 HARDCASTLE. 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.
MARLOW. Pray, child, answer me one question. What are you, and what may your business in this house be?
MISS HARDCASTLE. A relation of the family, sir.