_Frenchm._ Monsieur Saville! _Je suis mort de peur._--Ten tousand pardons! _Excusez mon erreur_, and permit me you conduct to Monsieur Doricourt; he be too happy _à vous voir_. [_Exeunt_ Frenchman _and_ Saville. _Port._ Step below a bit;--we'll make it out some-how!--I suppose a slice of sirloin won't make the story go down the worse. [_Exeunt_ Porter _and_ Crowquill. SCENE III.----_An Apartment at_ Doricourt'_s_. _Enter_ Doricourt. _Doric._ (_speaking to a servant behind_) I shall be too late for St. James's; bid him come immediately. _Enter_ Frenchman _and_ Saville. _Frenchm._ Monsieur Saville. [_Exit_ Frenchman. _Doric._ Most fortunate! My dear Saville, let the warmth of this embrace speak the pleasure of my heart. _Sav._ Well, this is some comfort, after the scurvy reception I met with in your hall.--I prepared my mind, as I came up stairs, for a _bon jour_, a grimace, and an _adieu_. _Doric._ Why so? _Sav._ Judging of the master from the rest of the family. What the devil is the meaning of that flock of foreigners below, with their parchment faces and snuffy whiskers? What! can't an Englishman stand behind your carriage, buckle your shoe, or brush your coat? _Doric._ Stale, my dear Saville, stale! Englishmen make the best Soldiers, Citizens, Artizans, and Philosophers in the world; but the very worst Footmen. I keep French fellows and Germans, as the Romans kept slaves; because their own countrymen had minds too enlarged and haughty to descend with a grace to the duties of such a station. _Sav._ A good excuse for a bad practice. _Doric._ On my honour, experience will convince you of its truth. A Frenchman neither hears, sees, nor breathes, but as his master directs; and his whole system of conduct is compris'd in one short word, _Obedience_! An Englishman reasons, forms opinions, cogitates, and disputes; he is the mere creature of your will: the other, a being, conscious of equal importance in the universal scale with yourself, and is therefore your judge, whilst he wears your livery, and decides on your actions with the freedom of a censor. _Sav._ And this in defence of a custom I have heard you execrate, together with all the adventitious manners imported by our Travell'd Gentry.