A hall in Mr. Heartly's house.
Enter Sir Charles Clackit, his Nephew, and servant.
SERVANT. Please to walk this way, Sir.
SIR CHARLES. Where is your master, Friend?
SERVANT. In his dressing room, Sir.
YOUNG CLACKIT. Let him know then --
SIR CHARLES. Prithee be quiet, Jack; when I am in company let me direct. 'Tis proper and decent.
YOUNG CLACKIT. I am dumb, Sir.
SIR CHARLES. Tell Mr. Heartly his friend and neighbor, Sir Charles Clackit, would say three words to him.
SERVANT. I shall, Sir.10
SIR CHARLES. Now, Nephew, consider once again, before I open the matter to my neighbor Heartly, what I am going to undertake for you.--Why don't you speak?
YOUNG CLACKIT. Is it proper and decent, Uncle?
SIR CHARLES. Pshaw! Don't be a fool, but answer me. Don't you flatter yourself. What assurance have you that this young lady, my friend's ward, has a liking to you? The young fellows of this age are all coxcombs, and I am afraid you are no exception to the general rule.
YOUNG CLACKIT. Thank you, Uncle. But may I this instant be struck old and peevish if I would put you upon a false scent to expose20 you for all the fine women in Christendom. I assure you again and again, and you may take my word, Uncle, that Miss Harriet has no kind of aversion to your nephew and most humble servant.