Anthony. You came here, sir, I suppose, upon some errand?
Austin. My errand, Mr. Musgrave, is to your fair sister. Beauty, as you know, comes before valour.
Anthony. In my own house, and about my own sister, I presume I have the right to ask for something more explicit.
Austin. The right, my dear sir, is beyond question; but it is one, as you were going on to observe, on which no gentleman insists.
Fenwick. Anthony, my good fellow, I think we had better go.
Anthony. I have asked a question.
Austin. Which I was charmed to answer, but which, on repetition, might begin to grow distasteful.
Anthony. In my own house—
Fenwick. For God’s sake, Anthony!
Austin. In your aunt’s house, young gentleman, I shall be careful to refrain from criticism. I am come upon a visit to a lady: that visit I shall pay; when you desire (if it be possible that you desire it) to resume this singular conversation, select some fitter place. Mr. Fenwick, this afternoon, may I present you to his Royal Highness?