Whisp. By no means, Sir— Your humble Servant; I must watch whether he goes, or no, before I can tell my Master.
(Exit.
Sir Jeal. This Fellow has the Officious Leer of a Pimp; and I half suspect a Design, but I'll be upon them before they think on me, I warrant 'em.
(Exit.
SCENE Charles's Lodging.
Enter Charles and Marplot.
Char. Honest Marplot, I thank thee for this Supply; I expect my Lawyer with a Thousand Pound I have order'd him to take up, and then you shall be Repaid.
Marpl. Pho, pho, no more of that: Here comes Sir George Airy—
Enter Sir George.