Bev. Jun. Dunce! Why did not you bring him in?
Tom. I told him, sir, you were in your closet.
Bev. Jun. I thought you had known, sir, it was my duty to see my father anywhere. [Going himself to the door.
Tom. The devil's in my master! he has always more wit than I have. [Aside.
Bevil, Jun., introducing Sir John.
Bev. Jun. Sir, you are the most gallant, the most complaisant of all parents. Sure, 'tis not a compliment to say these lodgings are yours. Why would you not walk in, sir?
Sir J. Bev. I was loth to interrupt you unseasonably on your wedding-day.
Bev. Jun. One to whom I am beholden for my birth-day might have used less ceremony.
Sir J. Bev. Well, son, I have intelligence you have writ to your mistress this morning. It would please my curiosity to know the contents of a wedding-day letter; for courtship must then be over.