Austin (with card). Whom have we here? Anthony Musgrave?
Menteith. A fine young man, Mr. George; and with a look of the young lady, but not so gentlemanly.
Austin. You have an eye, you have an eye. Let him in.
SCENE II
Austin, Menteith, Anthony
Austin. I am charmed to have this opportunity, Mr. Musgrave. You belong to my old corps, I think? And how does my good friend, Sir Frederick? I had his line; but, like all my old comrades, he thinks last about himself, and gives me not of his news.
Anthony. I protest, sir, this is a very proud moment. Your name is still remembered in the regiment. (Austin bows.) The Colonel—he keeps his health, sir, considering his age (Austin bows again and looks at Menteith)—tells us young men you were a devil of a fellow in your time.
Austin. I believe I was—in my time. Menteith, give Mr. Musgrave a dish of chocolate. So, sir, we see you at the Wells.
Anthony. I have but just alighted. I had but one thought, sir: to pay my respects to Mr. Austin. I have not yet kissed my aunt and sister.
Austin. In my time—to which you refer—the ladies had come first.