matter, for all that--mightn't He, Joseph?

SIR PETER. Well well I believe you--

SURFACE. Would they were both out of the Room!

Enter SERVANT, whispers SURFACE

SIR PETER. And in future perhaps we may not be such Strangers.

SURFACE. Gentlemen--I beg Pardon--I must wait on you downstairs--
Here is a Person come on particular Business----

CHARLES. Well you can see him in another Room--Sir Peter and
I haven't met a long time and I have something to say [to] him.

SURFACE. They must not be left together.--I'll send this man away
and return directly--
[SURFACE goes out.]

SIR PETER. Ah--Charles if you associated more with your Brother,
one might indeed hope for your reformation--He is a man of Sentiment--
Well! there is nothing in the world so noble as a man of Sentiment!

CHARLES. Pshaw! He is too moral by half--and so apprehensive of
his good Name, as he calls it, that I suppose He would as soon let
a Priest in his House as a Girl--

SIR PETER. No--no--come come,--you wrong him. No, no, Joseph is no
Rake but he is no such Saint in that respect either. I have a great