_Enter_ TALBOT. _Talbot_. Hallo, Landlord! where are making off so fast? Here, your jellies are all going as fast as yourself. _Wheel._ (_aside_). Talbot!—I wish I was a hundred miles off. _Landlord_. You are heartily welcome, Mr. Talbot. A good morning to you, sir; I’m glad to see you—very glad to see you, Mr. Talbot. _Talb._ Then shake hands, my honest landlord. (_Talbot_, _in shaking hands with him_, _puts a purse into the landlord’s hands_.) _Landlord_. What’s here? Guineas? _Talb._ The hunter, you know; since Wheeler won’t pay, I must—that’s all. Good morning. _Wheel._ (_aside_). What a fool! (_Landlord_, _as Talbot is going_, _catches hold of his coat_.) _Landlord_. Hold, Mr. Talbot, this won’t do! _Talb._ Won’t it? Well, then, my watch must go. _Landlord_. Nay, nay! but you are in such a hurry to pay—you won’t hear a man. Half this is enough for your share o’ the mischief, in all conscience. Mr. Wheeler, there, had the horse on the same day. _Wheel._ But Bursal’s my witness— _Talb._ Oh, say no more about witnesses; a man’s conscience is always his best witness, or his worst. Landlord, take your money, and no more words. _Wheel._ This is very genteel of you, Talbot. I always thought you would do the genteel thing as I knew you to be so generous and considerate. _Talb._ Don’t waste your fine speeches, Wheeler, I advise you, this election time. Keep them for Bursal or Lord John, or some of those who like them. They won’t go down with me. Good morning to you. I give you notice, I’m going back to Eton as fast as I can gallop; and who knows what plain speaking may do with the Eton lads? I may be captain yet, Wheeler. Have a care! Is my horse ready there? _Landlord_. Mr. Talbot’s horse, there! Mr. Talbot’s horse, I say. _Talbot sings_. “He carries weight—he rides a race— ’Tis for a thousand pound!” (_Exit Talbot_.) _Wheel._ And, dear me! I shall be left behind. A horse for me, pray; a horse for Mr. Wheeler! (_Exit Wheeler_.) _Landlord_ (_calls very loud_). Mr. Talbot’s horse! Hang the hostler! I’ll saddle him myself. (_Exit Landlord_.) SCENE II. _A Dining room in the Inn at Salt Hill_. MRS. TALBOT _and_ LOUISA. _Louisa_ (_laughing_). With what an air Mrs. Landlady made her exit! _Mrs. Talbot_. When I was young, they say, I was proud; but I am humble enough now: these petty mortifications do not vex me. _Louisa_. It is well my brother was gone before Mrs. Landlady made her entree; for if he had heard her rude speech, he would at least have given her the retort courteous.