No, you know well enough it is Sir John I mean.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD (drawing also near the door).
Ha! talking of me too. Well, if people will converse with their doors open, there is no help for it.
How should I know who your Ladyship means by an agreeable man?
You may know at least who I do not mean; for that poor frivolous fine gentleman can be agreeable to nobody.
WORSHIPTON (aside to himself).
Old hag! her face is as senseless and as coarse as a red-topped January turnip.
Sir John is a man that any woman might like. He is a man of fortune.
So is our neighbour, Squire Numbscull.
Fye, child! Sir John is a well-made man, and—
