_Roger._ I ha' been at the Coostum Hoose to get un things home that he sent by long Sea from Calais but they are all siezed upon, excepten some linnen and wearing Apparrell--Wounds! Says the Coostum Hoose--Gentleman, your Master is an Enemy to his country, to lay out so much Money abroad, and starve honest Tradesfolk at Home, so there's the Devil to pay, a power of Embroidery and Lace, and I don't know what all, seiz'd upon. (_Hurra without_) Pray Master Sideboard, what may all that mean? _Sideboard._ Why those are young Master's Companions before he went abroad, they've heard he's come home, and so they're gather'd about the Doors for joy--there's Bob Dare-devil, and Handsome Billy, and Buckhorse and all the Fellows in Town, I think. _Roger._ Ay, but they'll find un another sort of man now, I can tell un that. (_A knocking at the door and Enter a_ FOOTMAN) _Footman._ Is Miss Harriet at Home? _Sideboard._ Yes. _Footman._ Lady Betty Mockmode--bring in the Chair. _Chairman._ By your leave, set down. _Lady Betty._ (_Comes out_) What can that rude canaille mean by making a Rendezvous there to derange People of Condition? I could almost fancy the Captain of the Ship has made a Mistake, and landed me at the Cape of Good Hope among the Hottentots. But where's Madamoiselle Harriet, where's Madamoiselle? (_Exit_) _Chairman._ (_Rubbing his face_) The Devil set fire to her French airs. I've carried her all the way to Grosvenor Square, and there down Burlington Gardens, and then to St. James's Place--and then here again, a man had better be a Horse nor a chairman at this rate. Come, take out there, Paddy, we'll go and have a sup of the Craitur. (_Exeunt_) _Sideboard._ What did that Lady come over with your Master, Roger? _Roger._ Yes, and we had such a do with her--but don't you remember her? Why that's she a Squire Wildfire was in love with--by the by, I met Squire Wildfire and Squire Foxchase. I told un Master was come, and they were main glad, and said they'd come and see un. (_Exeunt_) (_Scene_: JACK BROUGHTON'S _Apartment. French Servants setting the Toilette_) _Florid._ Ridicule being the Test of Truth, Monsieur Abbé, if it brings into your Mind the motley Livery of incongruous Appearances; I fancy your account of us when you publish your Remarks on the English Nation, will strike Foreigners with a gay contempt. _Abbé._ Monsieur, vous avez raison--but your Pupil--whence is it gone? _Florid._ Just stept out to speak with Roger, he'll be here again instantaneously--I think between us both Monsieur Abbé, we have made him a pretty Gentleman. _Abbé._ Ah! Pour ça oui--I have given him notion how to live, I have teach him a tousand leetle agrements--and den I have make him widout Prejudices--qu'il na pas de prejugé.