HARRIET. Farewell. [_Exit MARIA._] Now Maria is gone, I will see no more company.--If anything can be an excuse for a falsehood, the present occasion offers a very good one:--I feel my mind pretty much at ease, and I do not choose to have it disturbed by the impertinence of pretended friends.--Who is there? _Enter SERVANT._ SERVANT. Madam. HARRIET. Whoever calls to see me to-day, remember I am not at home. SERVANT. Mr. Worthnought is here now, Madam; must I deny you to him? HARRIET. Undoubtedly. [_Exit SERVANT._] I am disgusted with the repetition of that coxcomb's nonsense.--[_Sighs._]--I wish Charles was here:--In spite of the false delicacy of that tyrant, Custom, which forbids us to speak the exquisite effusions of a susceptible heart, I can now speak boldly, while that heart dictates to the willing tongue what complacence it feels at the prospect of its Charles's return. [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Another part of MR. FRIENDLY'S House._ _WORTHNOUGHT, discovered solus._ WORTHNOUGHT. Who comes here! He sha'n't see her, if I don't, 'foregad--Curse me, but he shall go away with a flea in his ear. _Enter YOUNG LOVEYET, followed by HUMPHRY._ HUMPHRY. Mr. Lovit--Mr. Lovit.--[_Takes him aside._] As I was a going along, d'ye see, I see you pop in here, and so I follow'd you, to tell you, how old Mr. Lovit said he was intend for to go for to see the old fellow's daughter, to tell her something about the letter. Don't Mrs. Harriet live here? LOVEYET. I'll make haste, and supersede the design of his errand, if possible;--it would be a pity he should come before I had appriz'd Harriet I was not in the West-Indies. [_Aside._]--I am obliged to you for your information. [_To HUMPHRY._ HUMPHRY. Thank 'e, as the saying is. [_Going,--WORTHNOUGHT whispers with him._]--What's that to you?--How clumsy mounsieur has dress'd his calabash!--Powder'd over the face and eyes. [_Exit._ WORTHNOUGHT. I wish I knew what he wanted with him;--perhaps it is something about me. [_Aside._ LOVEYET. What Butterfly is this we have here!--I suppose it is the fop, Frankton mentioned. [_Aside._ WORTHNOUGHT. Sir, I have the honour to be, with the profoundest respect and esteem, your most obedient, most devoted, and most obliged humble slave, _foy d'Homme d'Honneur_--Tol lol, &c. [_Sings._ LOVEYET. A very pompous salutation, truly. [_Aside._]--Your polite address does me too much honour, sir;--I cannot conceive how you can be my obliged slave, as I do not recollect I ever saw you before. WORTHNOUGHT. Why, sir, I'll tell you:--Your appearance, sir, bespeaks the gentleman of distinction, sir,-- LOVEYET. My _appearance_;--superficial coxcomb! [_Aside._