BAILIFF. Ay, sir, it's a perfect treasure. I love to see a gentleman with a tender heart. I don't know, but I think I have a tender heart myself. If all that I have lost by my heart was put together, it would make a—but no matter for that. HONEYW. Don't account it lost, Mr. Twitch. The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves. BAILIFF. Humanity, sir, is a jewel. It's better than gold. I love humanity. People may say that we, in our way, have no humanity; but I'll show you my humanity this moment. There's my follower here, little Flanigan, with a wife and four children, a guinea or two would be more to him, than twice as much to another. Now, as I can't show him any humanity myself, I must beg you'll do it for me. HONEYW. I assure you, Mr. Twitch, yours is a most powerful recommendation. (_Giving money to the_ FOLLOWER.) BAILIFF. Sir, you're a gentleman. I see you know what to do with your money. But, to business: we are to be with you here as your friends, I suppose. But set in case company comes.—Little Flanigan here, to be sure, has a good face; a very good face; but then, he is a little seedy, as we say among us that practise the law. Not well in clothes. Smoke the pocket-holes. HONEYW. Well, that should be remedied without delay. _Enter_ SERVANT. SERVANT. Sir, Miss Richland is below. HONEYW. How unlucky! Detain her a moment. We must improve, my good friend, little Mr. Flanigan's appearance first. Here, let Mr. Flanigan have a suit of my clothes—quick—the brown and silver—Do you hear? SERVANT. That your honour gave away to the begging gentleman that makes verses, because it was as good as new. HONEYW. The white and gold then. SERVANT. That, your honour, I made bold to sell because it was good for nothing. HONEYW. Well, the first that comes to hand then. The blue and gold. I believe Mr. Flanigan will look best in blue. [_Exit_ FLANIGAN. BAILIFF. Rabbit me, but little Flanigan will look well in anything. Ah, if your honour knew that bit of flesh as well as I do, you'd be perfectly in love with him. There's not a prettier scout in the four counties after a shy-cock than he. Scents like a hound; sticks like a weasel. He was master of the ceremonies to the black queen of Morocco when I took him to follow me. [_Re-enter_ FLANIGAN.] Heh, ecod, I think he looks so well, that I don't care if I have a suit from the same place for myself. HONEYW. Well, well, I hear the lady coming. Dear Mr. Twitch, I beg you'll give your friend directions not to speak. As for yourself, I know you will say nothing without being directed. BAILIFF. Never you fear me, I'll show the lady that I have something to say for myself as well as another. One man has one way of talking, and another man has another, that's all the difference between them. _Enter_ MISS RICHLAND _and her_ MAID.