Niece. Name not the creature.
Aunt. Creature! What, your own cousin a creature!
Niece. Oh, let's be going. I see yonder another creature that does my uncle's law business, and has, I believe, made ready the deeds—those barbarous deeds!
Aunt. What, Mr. Pounce a creature too! Nay, now I'm sure you're ignorant. You shall stay, and you'll learn more wit from him in an hour, than in a thousand of your foolish books in an age——Your servant, Mr. Pounce.
Enter Pounce.
Pounce. Ladies, I hope I don't interrupt any private discourse.
Aunt. Not in the least, sir.
Pounce. I should be loth to be esteemed one of those who think they have a privilege of mixing in all companies, without any business but to bring forth a loud laugh or vain jest.
Niece. He talks with the mien and gravity of a Paladin. [Aside.