BLUNTLY. But if I might presume to advise, sir--as you are so soon to be married to her ladyship, whom you love with sincere affection, you should give up this pursuit. SIR GEORGE. And I _shall_ give it up, Bluntly, before my marriage takes place--for, short as that time may be, I expect this passion will be over and forgotten, long before the interval has passed away.--But that brother you were mentioning---- BLUNTLY. I have some reason to think, that with all his poverty, he has a notion of honour. SIR GEORGE. [_Laughing._ Oh! I have often tried the effect of a purse of gold with people of honour.--Have you desired them to be sent for as I ordered. BLUNTLY. I have, Sir. SIR GEORGE. See if they are come. [_Exit_ BLUNTLY.] Ah! my dear Lady Caroline, it is you, and only you, whom I love with a sincere passion! but in waiting this long expected event of our marriage, permit me to indulge some less exalted wishes. _Enter_ BLUNTLY. SIR GEORGE. Are they come? BLUNTLY. The young man is in the anti-chamber, sir, but his sister is not with him. (_Speaking to_ HENRY _who is without_) Please to walk this way--my master desires to see you. SIR GEORGE. No, no, no--I do not desire to see him, if his sister is not there.--Zounds you scoundrel what did you call him in for? _Enter_ HENRY, _and bows_. [SIR GEORGE _looks at him with a careless familiarity_--BLUNTLY _leaves the room_.] SIR GEORGE. Young man, I am told you are very poor--you may have heard that I am very rich--and I suppose you are acquainted with the extensive meaning of the word--generosity. HENRY. [_After an hesitation._] Perhaps not, sir. SIR GEORGE. The meaning of it, as I comprehend, is, for the rich to give to the poor.--Have you any thing to ask of me in which I can serve you? HENRY. Your proposal is so general, I am at a loss what to answer--but you are no doubt acquainted with the extensive meaning of the word, _pride_,--and that will apologize for the seeming indifference with which I receive your offer. SIR GEORGE. Your pride seems extensive indeed.--I heard your father was in prison, and I pitied him. HENRY. Did you, Sir?--Did you pity my father:--I beg your pardon--if I have said any thing to offend you pray forgive it--nor let my rudeness turn your companion away from him, to any other object. SIR GEORGE. Would a small sum release him from confinement? Would about a hundred pounds---- HENRY. I have no doubt but it would. SIR GEORGE. Then take that note.----Be not surprised--I mean to dispose of a thousand guineas this way, instead of fitting up a theatre in my own house.--That (_giving him the note_) is a mere trifle; my box at the opera, or my dinner; I mean to dine alone to morrow, instead of inviting company.