BLACKMAN. Why yes, sir,--this is the only place I have left in my own house, since your master has been pleased to occupy that next door, while his own magnificent one has been repairing.--Lock yourself up, indeed! (_Looking at_ ELEANOR.)--You have been continually asking me for more rooms, Mr. Bluntly, and have not I made near half a dozen doors already from one house to the other, on purpose to accommodate your good family.--Upon my honour, I have not now a single chamber but what I have let to these lodgers, and what I have absolute occasion for myself. BLUNTLY. And if you do put yourself to a little inconvenience, Mr. Blackman, surely my master-- BLACKMAN. Your master, Mr. Bluntly, is a very good man--a very generous man--and I hope at least he has found me a very lucky one; for good luck is all the recommendation which I, in my humble station, aspire to--and since I have been Sir George's attorney, I have gained him no less than two law-suits. BLUNTLY. I know it. I know also that you have lost him four. BLACKMAN. We'll drop the subject.--And in regard to this room, sir, it does not suit, you say? BLUNTLY. No, for I feel the cold wind blow through every crevice. BLACKMAN. But suppose I was to have it put a little into repair? That window, for instance, shall have a pane or two of glass put in; the cracks of the door shall be stopt up; and then every thing will have a very different appearance. BLUNTLY. And why has not this been done before? BLACKMAN. Would you have me be laying out my money, while I only let the place at a paltry price, to people who I am obliged to threaten to turn into the streets every quarter, before I can get my rent from them? BLUNTLY. Is that the situation of your lodgers at present? BLACKMAN. Yes.--But they made a better appearance when they first came, or I had not taken such persons to live thus near to your master. BLUNTLY. That girl (_looking at_ ELEANOR) seems very pretty--and I dare say my master would not care if he was nearer to her. BLACKMAN. Pshaw, pshaw--she is a poor creature--she is in great distress. She is misery itself. BLUNTLY. I feel quite charmed with misery.--Who belongs to her? BLACKMAN. A young man who says he is her brother--very likely he is not--but that I should not enquire about, if they could pay my rent. If people will pay me, I don't care what they are. (_Addressing himself to_ ELEANOR) I desire you will tell your brother when he comes in, that I have occasion for the money which will be due to me to-morrow--and if I don't receive it before to-morrow night, he must seek some other habitation. BLUNTLY. Hush, Mr. Blackman--if you speak so loud, you will have our company in the next house hear you. BLACKMAN. And if they did, do you think it would spoil their dancing? No, Mr. Bluntly.--And in that respect, I am a person of fashion.--I never suffer any distress to interfere with my enjoyments.