But then you must hear what my whim is. I am to go from home, you know, this morning with Sir Level; but I shall soon leave him and return again, unknown to every creature in the family but thyself. Now, couldst thou provide some disguise for me that I may not be known?
DICKENSON.
Lord, Sir! every body in the house will know that anxious look of yours, and the sound of your voice.
CHARVILLE.
Do I look so very anxious, then?
DICKENSON.
Of late, Sir, you have; just, if I may be so bold, as though you thought somebody were hatching a plot against you.
CHARVILLE.
Ha! dost thou know of any plot?
DICKENSON.
Lord forbid, Sir! I'm sure that claret has been as honestly drank at your table
CHARVILLE.
Hang the claret! thou art as honest a butler as ever drew cork.—But as I said, Dickenson, I should like to remain for some time in the
