_Lord Lum_. Most liberally--most liberally, sir.--And there I thought the affair would have rested, till I should think proper to pay the soundrel,--but this morning, just as I was stepping into my chaise, my servants all about me, a fellow, called a tipstaff, slept up and begged the favour of my footman, who threshed the upholsterer, and of the two that held him, to go along with him upon a little business to my Lord Chief Justice. _Sir Per_. The devil! _Lord Lum_. And at the same instant, I, in my turn, was accosted by two other very civil scoundrels, who, with a most insolent politeness, begged my pardon, and informed me that I must not go into my own chaise. _Sir Per_. How, my lord?--not into your ain carriage? _Lord Lum_. No, sir: for that they, by order of the sheriff, must seize it, at the suit of a gentleman--one Mr. Mahogany, an upholsterer. _Sir Per_. An impudent villain! _Lord Lum_. It is all true, I assure you; so you see, my dear Mac, what a damned country this is to live in, where noblemen are obliged to pay their debts, just like merchants, coblers, peasants, or mechanics--is not that a scandal, dear Mac. to the nation? _Sir Per_. My lord, it is not only a scandal, but a national grievance. _Lord Lum_. Sir, there is not another nation in the world has such a grievance to complain of. Now in other countries were a mechanic to dun, and tease, and behave as this Mahogany has done,--a nobleman might extinguish the reptile in an instant; and that only at the expence of a few sequins, florins, or louis d'ors, according to the country where the affair happened. _Sir Per_. Vary true, my lord, vary true--and it is monstrous that a mon of your lordship's condition is not entitled to run one of these mechanics through the body, when he is impertinent about his money; but our laws shamefully, on these occasions, make no distinction of persons amongst us. _Lord Lum_. A vile policy indeed, Sir Pertinax.--But, sir, the scoundrel has seized upon the house too, that I furnished for the girl I took from the opera. _Sir Per_. I never heard of sic an a scoundrel. _Lord Lum_. Ay, but what concerns me most,--I am afraid, my dear Mac, that the villain will send down to Newmarket, and seize my string of horses. _Sir Per_. Your string of horses? zounds! we must prevent that at all events:--that would be sic an a disgrace. I will dispatch an express to town directly to put a stop till the rascal's proceedings. _LordLum._ Pr'ythee do, my dear Sir Pertinax. _Sir Per._ O! it shall be done, my lord. _Lord Lum._ Thou art an honest fellow, Sir Pertinax, upon honour. _Sir Per._ O! my lord, it is my duty to oblige your lordship to the utmost stretch of my abeelity. _Enter_ TOMLINS. _Tom._ Colonel Toper presents his compliments to you, sir, and having no family down with him in the country, he and Captain Hardbottle, if not inconvenient, will do themselves the honour of taking a family dinner with you.