COLONEL TOWNLY.
He’s coxcomb enough to think anything: but I would not have you brought into trouble for him. I hope there’s no danger of his life?
LOVELESS.
None at all. He’s fallen into the hands of a roguish surgeon, who, I perceive, designs to frighten a little money out of him: but I saw his wound—’tis nothing: he may go to the ball tonight if he pleases.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
I am glad you have corrected him without further mischief, or you might have deprived me of the pleasure of executing a plot against his lordship, which I have been contriving with an old acquaintance of yours.
LOVELESS.
Explain.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
His brother, Tom Fashion, is come down here, and we have it in contemplation to save him the trouble of his intended wedding: but we want your assistance. Tom would have called but he is preparing for his enterprise, so I promised to bring you to him—so, sir, if these ladies can spare you—
LOVELESS.
I’ll go with you with all my heart.—[Aside.] Though I could wish, methinks, to stay and gaze a little longer on that creature. Good gods! how engaging she is!—but what have I to do with beauty? I have already had my portion, and must not covet more.
AMANDA.
Mr. Loveless, pray one word with you before you go. [Exit COLONEL TOWNLY.
LOVELESS.
What would my dear?
AMANDA.
Only a woman’s foolish question: how do you like my cousin here?
LOVELESS.
Jealous already, Amanda?