Mar. Why, really, sir, your bill of fare is so exquisite, that any one part of it is full as good as another. Send us what you please. So much for supper. And now to see that our beds are aired, and luggage properly taken care of.
Mr. H. I entreat you'll leave all that to me. You shall not stir a step.
Mar. Leave that to you? I protest, sir. You must excuse me, I always look to these things myself.
Mr. H. I must insist, sir, you'll make yourself easy on that head.
Mar. You see I'm resolved on it. [Aside.] A very troublesome fellow this as ever I met with.
Mr. H. Well, sir, I'm resolved at least to attend you.
[Exeunt Marlow and Hastings.
[Aside.] This may be modern modesty, but I never saw anything look so like old-fashioned impudence. What could my old friend Sir Charles Marlow mean by recommending his son as the modestest young man in town! To me he appears the most impudent piece of brass that ever spoke with a tongue!
[Exit Hardcastle.