SIR PETER. And now my dear Friend if you please we will talk over the situation of your Hopes with Maria.
SURFACE. No—no—Sir Peter—another Time if you Please—[softly].
SIR PETER. I am sensibly chagrined at the little Progress you seem to make in her affection.
SURFACE. I beg you will not mention it—What are my Disappointments when your Happiness is in Debate [softly]. 'Sdeath I shall be ruined every way.
SIR PETER. And tho' you are so averse to my acquainting Lady Teazle with YOUR passion, I am sure she's not your Enemy in the Affair.
SURFACE. Pray Sir Peter, now oblige me.—I am really too much affected by the subject we have been speaking of to bestow a thought on my own concerns—The Man who is entrusted with his Friend's Distresses can never——
Enter SERVANT
Well, Sir?
SERVANT. Your Brother Sir, is—speaking to a Gentleman in the Street, and says He knows you're within.
SURFACE. 'Sdeath, Blockhead—I'm NOT within—I'm out for the Day.