Lofty. Meaning me, sir? Yes, madam; as I often said, “My dear Sir William, you are sensible I would do anything, as far as my poor interest goes, to serve your family;” but what can be done? There’s no procuring first-rate places for ninth-rate abilities.
Miss R. I have heard of Sir William Honeywood; he’s abroad in employment; he confided in your judgment, I suppose.
Lofty. Why, yes, madam; I believe Sir William had some reason to confide in my judgment; one little reason, perhaps.
Miss R. Pray, sir, what was it?
Lofty. Why, madam—but let it go no further; it was I procured him his place.
Sir W. Did you, sir?
Lofty. Either you or I, sir.
Miss R. This, Mr. Lofty, was very kind, indeed.
Lofty. I did love him; to be sure, he had some amusing qualities; no man was fitter to be toast-master to a club, or had a better head.
Miss R. A better head?