Luc. Son of a king!
Cha. (entering). Charleston King, at your service, madam.
Pri. (aside, going). A veiled woman in my house on such a day!
[Exit.
Cha. (taking a chair near Lucy). It is really too good of you, madam, to receive a man in your rooms who you never saw; and I scarcely know how to thank you.
Luc. You will thank me, sir, by explaining how it is that one can be—
Cha. Too lazy for any thing.
Luc. Precisely. If you will take the chair near you, you can be seated.
Cha. Well, you see, in this world men have all sorts of faces. (Prichard enters with tea-tray.) Confound this fellow! Just as I was getting on so nicely!
Pri. (putting down tea). Madam—