Fenwick. Anthony, my good fellow, I think we had better go.
Anthony. I have asked a question.
Austin. Which I was charmed to answer, but which, on repetition, might begin to grow distasteful.
Anthony. In my own house——
Fenwick. For God’s sake, Anthony!
Austin. In your aunt’s house, young gentleman, I shall be careful to refrain from criticism. I am come upon a visit to a lady: that visit I shall pay; when you desire (if it be possible that you desire it) to resume this singular conversation, select some fitter place. Mr. Fenwick, this afternoon, may I present you to his Royal Highness?
Anthony. Why, sir, I believe you must have misconceived me. I have no wish to offend: at least at present.
Austin. Enough, sir. I was persuaded I had heard amiss. I trust we shall be friends.
Fenwick. Come, Anthony, come: here is your sister. (As Fenwick and Anthony go out, C., enter Dorothy, L.)