Marpl. I don't know whether I will or no.
Sir Fran. Sir, I shall make a Servant shew you out at the Window if you are sawcy.
Marpl. I am your most humble Servant, Guardian; I design to go out the same way I came in. I wou'd only ask this Lady, if she do's not think in her Soul Sir George Airy is not a fine Gentleman.
Miram. He Dresses well.
Sir Fran. Which is chiefly owing to his Taylor, and Valet de Chamber.
Miran. And if you allow that a proof of his being a fine Gentleman, he is so.
Marpl. The judicious part of the World allow him Wit, Courage, Gallantry and Management; tho' I think he forfeited that Character, when he flung away a Hundred Pound upon your Dumb Ladyship.
Sir Fran. Does that gaul him? Ha, ha, ha.
Miran. So, Sir George remaining in deep Discontent, has sent you his trusty Squire, to utter his Complaint: Ha, ha, ha.
Marpl. Yes, Madam; and you, like a cruel, hard-hearted Jew, value it no more—than I wou'd your Ladyship, were I Sir George, you, you, you—