When you are kind enough to give me a key to it, I may come that way.
CHARVILLE.
No, no! I mean the woods.
CRAFTON.
You have named my way—my favourite way, at last. But I fear it will not long be so; for Sir Level Clump pronounces it to be practicable ground, and that is a death-warrant to nature and simplicity.
CHARVILLE.
Nature and simplicity are very antiquated personages; and Mr. Crafton is particularly kind in taking any interest in the latter, who has assuredly no kindred claim to his protection.
CRAFTON.
And is it for the same reason that you would drive her from yours?—But let us both befriend her on more liberal principles: I shall be proud at all times to follow your good example.
CHARVILLE.
You expect to keep up with me on some of the easy-pacing virtues.
CRAFTON.
I don't know; even so mounted, you may run me harder than I like. But I may strive to do it, were it only out of spite.
