_Sir Luke._ Yes, my dear you did--and if you were to ask me for it again, I can't say I could give it you. _Lady._ How uncivil! how unlike are your manners to the manners of my Lord Flint. _Sir Luke._ Ay--you are never so happy as when you have an opportunity of expressing your admiration of him--a disagreeable, nay, a very dangerous man--one is never sure of one's self in his presence--he carries every thing he hears to the ministers of our suspicious Sultan--and I feel my head shake whenever I am in his company. _Lady._ How different does his Lordship appear to me--to me he is all _politesse_. _Sir Luke._ _Politesse!_ how shou'd you understand what is real _politesse_? You know your education was very much confined.-- _Lady._ And if it _was_ confined----I beg, Sir Luke, you will one time or other cease these reflections--you know they are what I can't bear! [_walks about in a passion._] pray, does not his Lordship continually assure me, I might be taken for a Countess, were it not for a certain little groveling toss I have caught with my head--and a certain little confined hitch in my walk? both which I learnt of _you_--learnt by looking so much at _you_.-- _Sir Luke._ And now if you don't take care, by looking so much at his Lordship, you may catch some of his defects. _Lady._ I know of very few he has. _Sir Luke._ I know of many--besides those he assumes.-- _Lady._ Assumes!!---- _Sir Luke._ Yes; do you suppose he is as forgetful as he pretends to be? no, no--but because he is a favourite with the Sultan, and all our great men at court, he thinks it genteel or convenient to have no memory--and yet I'll answer for it, he has one of the best in the universe. _Lady._ I don't believe your charge. _Sir Luke._ Why, though he forgets his appointments with his tradesmen, did you ever hear of his forgetting to go to court when a place was to be disposed of? Did he ever make a blunder, and send a bribe to a man out of power? Did he ever forget to kneel before the Prince of this Island--or to look in his highness's presence like the statue of Patient-resignation in humble expectation?-- _Lady._ Dear, Sir Luke---- _Sir Luke._ Sent from his own country in his very infancy, and brought up in the different courts of petty, arbitrary Princes here in Asia; he is the slave of every great man, and the tyrant of every poor one.---- _Lady._ "Petty Princes!"--'tis well his highness our Sultan does not hear you. _Sir Luke._ 'Tis well he does not--don't you repeat what I say--but you know how all this fine country is harrassed and laid waste by a set of Princes, Sultans, as they style themselves, and I know not what--who are for ever calling out to each other "that's mine," and "that's mine;"--and "you have no business here"--and "you have no business there"--and "I have business every where;" [_Strutting_] then "give _me_ this,"--and "give _me_ that;" and "take this, and take that." [_makes signs of fighting._]