Austin. I am rejoiced to hear it. I wish I could say I was as pleased with my journey, Menteith. This is the first time I ever came to the Wells in another person’s carriage; Duke or not, it shall be the last, Menteith.
Menteith. Ah, Mr. George, no wonder. And how many times have we made that journey back and forth?
Austin. Enough to make us older than we look.
Menteith. To be sure, Mr. George, you do wear well.
Austin. We wear well, Menteith.
Menteith. I hear, Mr. George, that Miss Musgrave is of the company.
Austin. Is she so? Well, well! well, well!
Menteith. I’ve not seen the young lady myself, Mr. George; but the barber tells me she’s looking poorly.
Austin. Poorly?
Menteith. Yes, Mr. George, poorly was his word.