architect has just given me in his plan for my new stables: two thousand pounds is the estimate, and I suppose I must allow him to go a little beyond it, to have every thing handsome and complete. That is my way. Will you look at the plan? (taking a plan from his pocket.)
Balt. (drawing back with disgust.) I have no taste for architecture.
Free. That is a pity now, for it is really a complete thing. By the bye, are not you going to do something to the roof of your offices soon? They'll be down about you ears presently, and the longer you delay that job, the heavier it will be when it comes. (aside to Charles, on seeing Balt. bite his lips and turn away from him) What is the matter with him now?
Char. (aside) Only a little twitching at his heart: it will soon be off again.
Mrs. Balt. (aside to Balt.) For Heaven's sake don't let this discompose you; his absurdity makes me laugh.
Balt. (aside.) Does it? I did not see you laugh. Well, I am a fool to mind it thus. (going up to Free. with affected good humour.) I am glad to hear your horses are to be lodged in a manner suitable to their owner's dignity. But you are the best horseman too, as well as the best horse-master in the county, though your modesty prevents you from talking of it.
Free. O dear. Sir! I am but middling in that way.
Balt. Pray don't let your diffidence wrong you.
