Menteith. Yes, madam, indeed; In these distinguished circles, life is but a slavery. None of the best set would relish Tunbridge without Mr. George; Tunbridge and Mr. George (if you’ll excuse my plainness, madam) are in a manner of speaking identified; and indeed it was the Dook’s desire alone that brought us here.
Barbara. What? the Duke? O dear! was it for that?
Menteith. Though, to be sure, madam, Mr. George would always be charmed to find himself (bowing) among so many admired members of his own set.
Miss Foster. Upon my word, Menteith, Mr. Austin is as fortunate in his servant as his reputation.
Menteith. Quite so, madam. But let me observe that the opportunities I have had of acquiring a knowledge of Mr. George’s character have been positively unrivalled. Nobody knows Mr. George like his old attendant. The goodness of that gentleman—but, madam, you will soon be equally fortunate, if, as I understand, it is to be a match.
Miss Foster. I hope, Menteith, you are not taking leave of your senses. Is it possible you mean my niece?
Menteith. Madam, I have the honour to congratulate you. I put a second curl in Mr. George’s hair on purpose.
SCENE II
To these, Austin. Menteith falls back, and Austin takes his place in front of Miss Foster, his attitude a counterpart of Menteith’s.
Austin. Madam, I hasten to present my homage.