Messenger. You are the chosen subject.
Horace. But why?
Messenger. Considering your opportunities, you are the basest, the most selfish of men.
Horace. My opportunities?
Messenger. In your house is one whose impulses are fully half unselfish, the maid Minnie. You couldn’t spare one evening to make her happy.
Horace. She took such a narrow view.
Messenger. Shame on you! Shame! Then there is your aunt——
Horace. Oh, she is awfully narrow, too.
Messenger. Silence!