Worthnought. Miss Trueman's character! Demme, sir, do you mean to say anything against her character?
Loveyet. No;—and I will take care you shall not, with impunity.
Worthnought. You are the most unmannerly fellow I ever convers'd with, 'pan hanor.
Loveyet. And you the most contemptible puppy; or that fellow would be unmannerly enough to chastise you for your insolence.
Worthnought. That's a demnable rub, demme;—curse him, I'm afraid he isn't afraid of me, after all. [Aside.]—You wou'd find me as brave as yourself then; demme, but you wou'd.
Loveyet. I'll try you. [Offers to cane him, which makes him cry out.—Then enter Harriet, hastily.]
Harriet. Oh, dear!—what's the matter?
[Seeing Charles, she shrieks.
Loveyet. My dearest,—my adorable Harriet!
Harriet. Is it possible? I did not dream that Mr. Loveyet was the person who wanted to see me.