_Sir Per_. Sir, it is infallible:--but, Charles, ah! while I was thus bowing, and wriggling, and raising this princely fortune,--ah! I met with many heart-sores and disappointments fra the want of literature, eloquence, and other popular abeleties. Sir, guin I could but have spoken in the house, I should have done the deed in half the time; but the instant I opened my mouth there, they aw fell a laughing at me;--aw which deficiencies, sir, I determined, at any expence, to have supplied by the polished education of a son, who, I hoped, would one day raise the house of Macsycophant till the highest pitch of ministerial ambition. This, sir, is my plan: I have done my part of it; Nature has done hers: you are popular, you are eloquent; aw parties like and respect you; and now, sir, it only remains for you to be directed--completion follows. _Eger_. Your liberality, sir, in my education, and the judicious choice you made of the worthy gentleman, to whose virtue and abilities you entrusted me, are obligations I shall ever remember with the deepest filial gratitude. _Sir Per_. Vary weel, sir: but, Charles, have you had any conversation yet with Lady Rodolpha, about the day of your marriage--your liveries--your equipage--or your domestic establishment? _Eger_. Not yet, sir. _Sir Per_. Poh! why there again now you are wrong--vary wrong. _Eger_. Sir, we have not had an opportunity. _Sir Per_. Why, Charles, you are vary tardy in this business. _Lord Lum_. [_Sings without, flusht with wine_.] 'What have we with day to do?' _Sir Per_. O! here comes my lord. _Lord Lum_. 'Sons of care, 'twas made for you,' [_Enters, drinking a dish of coffee_: TOMLINS _waiting with a salver in his hand_.] --'Sons of care, 'twas made for you.' Very, good coffee indeed, Mr. Tomlins. 'Sons of care, 'twas made for you.' Here, Mr. Tomlins. _Tom_. Will your lordship please to have another dish? _Lord Lum_. No more, Mr. Tomlins. [_Exit_ Tomlins.] Ha, ha, ha! my host of the Scotch pints, we have had warm work. _Sir Per_. Yes; you pushed the bottle about, my lord, with the joy and vigour of a Bacchanal. _Lord Lum_. That I did, my dear Mac; no loss of time with me: I have but three motions, old boy,--charge--toast--fire--and off we go: ha, ha, ha! that's my exercise. _Sir Per_. And fine warm exercise it is, my lord,--especially with the half-pint glasses. _Lord Lum_. Zounds! it does execution point blanc:--ay, ay, none of your pimping acorn glasses for me, but your manly, old English half-pint bumpers, my dear: they try a fellow's stamina at once:--but, where's Egerton? _Sir Per_. Just at hand, my lord; there he stands--looking at your lordship's picture. _Lord Lum_. My dear Egerton. _Eger_. Your lordship's most obedient. _Lord Lum_. I beg pardon: I did not see you: I am sorry you left us so soon after dinner: had you staid, you would have been highly entertained. I have made such examples of the commissioner, the captain, and the colonel.