COLONEL.
I’m much in the same case. Since he came up to town, I’ve only called upon him once before. By Jove, it was enough. Such a set as I met here!
SYLVESTER.
I understood that he was up the river.
COLONEL.
Came back yesterday. Hope it’s done him good. After all, he’s my nephew, and I mean to knock the nonsense out of him.
SYLVESTER.
Colonel, you’re very proud of him; and you have every reason to be. From all I hear, few men have won more distinction at Oxford.
COLONEL [pleased].
Proud of him? My dear Sylvester, that boy has more brains in his little finger than I have—gout. He takes after his aunt Caroline. You remember Caroline?