CRABTREE. Yes, ma'am tho' Charles would have avoided the matter if he could——
MRS. CANDOUR. I knew Charles was the Person——
SIR BENJAMIN. O my Unkle I see knows nothing of the matter——
CRABTREE. But Sir Peter tax'd him with the basest ingratitude——
SIR BENJAMIN. That I told you, you know——
CRABTREE. Do Nephew let me speak—and insisted on immediate——
SIR BENJAMIN. Just as I said——
CRABTREE. Odds life! Nephew allow others to know something too—A Pair of Pistols lay on the Bureau—for Mr. Surface—it seems, had come home the Night before late from Salt-Hill where He had been to see the Montem with a Friend, who has a Son at Eton—so unluckily the Pistols were left Charged——
SIR BENJAMIN. I heard nothing of this——
CRABTREE. Sir Peter forced Charles to take one and they fired—it seems pretty nearly together—Charles's shot took Place as I tell you—and Sir Peter's miss'd—but what is very extraordinary the Ball struck against a little Bronze Pliny that stood over the Fire Place—grazed out of the window at a right angle—and wounded the Postman, who was just coming to the Door with a double letter from Northamptonshire.