Loveyet. And, sir, as sure as—as—eight times nine is sixty-three, your new government is not bottom, not sound; and—
Trueman. And as sure as you are sixty-three, your head is not sound.
Loveyet. Here is your incomparable daughter;—I came here to acquaint you of her scandalous conduct; but now she can save me that trouble.
Trueman. How, sir! My daughter's scandalous conduct?
Loveyet. I was going to tell you. I caught her with a strange gallant,—a "very particular friend;" whose "love,—friendship, I would say," was so sincere, that she was kind enough to grant him a little "friendly freedom," in my presence.
Trueman. Heaven protect me! There certainly must be something in this.
[Aside.
Loveyet. And that I have received a letter from my son.
Humphry. Aye, now he's his son again.
[Aside.