SURFACE. Gentlemen—I beg Pardon—I must wait on you downstairs—Here is a Person come on particular Business——
CHARLES. Well you can see him in another Room—Sir Peter and I haven't met a long time and I have something to say [to] him.
SURFACE. They must not be left together.—I'll send this man away and return directly—
[SURFACE goes out.]
SIR PETER. Ah—Charles if you associated more with your Brother, one might indeed hope for your reformation—He is a man of Sentiment—Well! there is nothing in the world so noble as a man of Sentiment!
CHARLES. Pshaw! He is too moral by half—and so apprehensive of his good Name, as he calls it, that I suppose He would as soon let a Priest in his House as a Girl—
SIR PETER. No—no—come come,—you wrong him. No, no, Joseph is no Rake but he is no such Saint in that respect either. I have a great mind to tell him—we should have such a Laugh!
CHARLES. Oh, hang him? He's a very Anchorite—a young Hermit!
SIR PETER. Harkee—you must not abuse him, he may chance to hear of it again I promise you.
CHARLES. Why you won't tell him?