_Sir Robert._ Nay, but Mr. Quicksett--don't be in such a hurry, my Son shall be call'd upon. _Quicksett._ No, I won't disturb him--I'll call again in the Evening. _Sir Robert._ Well, well, I'll step to the coffe house with you--will you dine with us? _Quicksett._ No, I am to dine with Sergeant Interrogatory in Chancery Lane--but I'll call in the Evening. _Florid._ You may make yourself perfectly easy about the young Gentleman--you'll find every Word I have said to be true. (_Exit Sir Robert and Quicksett_) _Florid._ (_Alone_) I have already fixed a ridiculous Aposiation of Ideas in my young Pupil's Mind concerning Marriage. If I can bring him to decline it, I shall see whether I can't awaken Miss Harriet's Affections in my own behalf--I have almost finish'd a short Treatise upon Beauty, which I shall dedicate to her. I must make all I can of this family; and then the pleasures of Imagination will strike the Internal Sense with a finer Impulse, when some Ideas of Property concur. (_Enter_ SIDEBOARD) _Sideboard._ My young Master's stirring Sir, and desires to speak with you, Sir. _Florid._ Honest Sideboard, I attend him. (_Exit_) _Sideboard._ This House is nothing but a Scene of confusion, I think, with all these French Parlevous about the House. (_Enter_ ST. LOUIS _singing_) _St. Louis._ La Guerre en Angleterre--hey--Bourguignon--La Fleur, you must come upstair. (_French Servants run across the Stage_) _Sideboard._ I wish these fellows were out of the House--always quarrelling with the Cook--and tossing up Ragouts and powdering their Hair in the Kitchen--so friend Roger-- (_Enter_ ROGER) _Roger._ Master Sideboard, a good Morning to you. _Sideboard._ Good Morning, Roger. Why you're not chang'd in your Travels abroad Roger. _Roger._ No, Heav'n be prais'd, they cou'd not change me. Is the Squire stirring yet? _Sideboard._ Yes, and that chattering Frenchman is with him. Pray, who is he? _Roger._ O that's Mounsieur Abbé--the Squire has brought un home with un to write Remarks, as I overheard un say, upon all our Country Folk. He has learned English on purpose, and jabbers from Morning to Night. Lord! When he was abroad, a used to dress quite and clean in another manner, a was all over black with a silk thing flowing behind, with a spruce Wig, and a black Patch on the Crown of his head, as if a was one of your Sergeants at Law as one may see upon circuit; but dear Heart, the Squire will be in a sad frame presently when I tell un what news I got for un. _Sideboard._ Why, what's the matter now?