SURFACE. An infallible one believe me—Prudence like experience must be paid for—
LADY TEAZLE. Why if my understanding were once convinced——
SURFACE. Oh, certainly Madam, your understanding SHOULD be convinced—yes—yes—Heaven forbid I should persuade you to do anything you THOUGHT wrong—no—no—I have too much honor to desire it—
LADY TEAZLE. Don't—you think we may as well leave Honor out of the Argument? [Rises.]
SURFACE. Ah—the ill effects of your country education I see still remain with you.
LADY TEAZLE. I doubt they do indeed—and I will fairly own to you, that If I could be persuaded to do wrong it would be by Sir Peter's ill-usage—sooner than your honourable Logic, after all.
SURFACE. Then by this Hand, which He is unworthy of——
Enter SERVANT
Sdeath, you Blockhead—what do you want?
SERVANT. I beg your Pardon Sir, but I thought you wouldn't chuse Sir Peter to come up without announcing him?