_Bev._ You smile, madam, to see me so complaisant to one whom I pay for his visit. Now, I own, I think it is not enough barely to pay those whose talents are superior to our own (I mean such talents as would become our condition, if we had them). Methinks we ought to do something more than barely gratify them for what they do at our command, only because their fortune is below us. _Ind._ You say I smile. I assure you it was a smile of approbation; for, indeed, I cannot but think it the distinguishing part of a gentleman to make his superiority of fortune as easy to his inferiors as he can.--Now once more to try him. [_Aside._]--I was saying just now, I believed you would never let me dispute with you, and I daresay it will always be so. However, I must have your opinion upon a subject which created a debate between my aunt and me, just before you came hither; she would needs have it that no man ever does any extraordinary kindness or service for a woman, but for his own sake. _Bev._ Well, madam! Indeed I can't but be of her mind. _Ind._ What, though he should maintain and support her, without demanding anything of her, on her part? _Bev._ Why, madam, is making an expense in the service of a valuable woman (for such I must suppose her), though she should never do him any favour, nay, though she should never know who did her such service, such a mighty heroic business? _Ind._ Certainly! I should think he must be a man of an uncommon mould. _Bev._ Dear madam, why so? 'tis but, at best, a better taste in expense. To bestow upon one, whom he may think one of the ornaments of the whole creation, to be conscious, that from his superfluity, an innocent, a virtuous spirit is supported above the temptations and sorrows of life! That he sees satisfaction, health, and gladness in her countenance, while he enjoys the happiness of seeing her (as that I will suppose too, or he must be too abstracted, too insensible), I say, if he is allowed to delight in that prospect; alas, what mighty matter is there in all this? _Ind._ No mighty matter in so disinterested a friendship! _Bev._ Disinterested! I can't think him so; your hero, madam, is no more than what every gentleman ought to be, and I believe very many are. He is only one who takes more delight in reflections than in sensations. He is more pleased with thinking than eating; that's the utmost you can say of him. Why, madam, a greater expense than all this, men lay out upon an unnecessary stable of horses. _Ind._ Can you be sincere in what you say? _Bev._ You may depend upon it, if you know any such man, he does not love dogs inordinately. _Ind._ No, that he does not. _Bev._ Nor cards, nor dice. _Ind._ No. _Bev._ Nor bottle companions. _Ind._ No. _Bev._ Nor loose women. _Ind._ No, I'm sure he does not.