SURFACE. Sir Peter—Oons—the Devil!
LADY TEAZLE. Sir Peter! O Lud! I'm ruined! I'm ruin'd!
SERVANT. Sir, 'twasn't I let him in.
LADY TEAZLE. O I'm undone—what will become of me now Mr. Logick.—Oh! mercy, He's on the Stairs—I'll get behind here—and if ever I'm so imprudent again——
[Goes behind the screen—]
SURFACE. Give me that—Book!——
[Sits down—SERVANT pretends to adjust his Hair—]
Enter SIR PETER
SIR PETER. Aye—ever improving himself!—Mr. Surface—
SURFACE. Oh! my dear Sir Peter—I beg your Pardon—[Gaping and throws away the Book.] I have been dosing [dozing] over a stupid Book! well—I am much obliged to you for this Call—You haven't been here I believe since I fitted up this Room—Books you know are the only Things I am a Coxcomb in—
SIR PETER. 'Tis very neat indeed—well well that's proper—and you make even your Screen a source of knowledge—hung I perceive with Maps—