between Captain Tomlinson and me.


Enter Captain Tomlinson, in a riding-dress, whip in hand.

Your servant, Sir,--Mr. Lovelace, I presume?

My name is Lovelace, Sir.

Excuse the day, Sir.--Be pleased to excuse my garb. I am obliged to go
out of town directly, that I may return at night.

The day is a good day. Your garb needs no apology.

When I sent my servant, I did not know that I should find time to do
myself this honour. All that I thought I could do to oblige my friend
this journey, was only to assure myself of your abode; and whether there
was a probability of being admitted to the speech of either you, or your
lady.

Sir, you best know your own motives. What your time will permit you to do,
you also best know. And here I am, attending your pleasure.


My charmer owned afterwards her concern on my being so short. Whatever
I shall mingle of her emotions, thou wilt easily guess I had afterwards.

Sir, I hope no offence. I intend none.

None--None at all, Sir.