Charl. (affectedly.) No, I thank you, there is no occasion; I know my way very well.
Char. But I can shew you a better way, where there are fine sloes and blackberries on the hedges, if you have a mind to gather any. Eating such sweet fruit puts people into good humour, and cures them of affectation.
Charl. (disdainfully.) I don't know what you mean, Sir, by your sloes and your blackberries, but I suppose you want to shew me the place where you cropt your black puppy's ears the other day, and had your fingers well bit for your pains. I wonder whether you or the puppy were in the best humour upon that occasion.
Char. Faith, the puppy and I were very much the better for a piece of your flounced furbelow, which we found upon the hedge, to bind up our wounds for us. For you have a great sense of justice, Miss Freeman; you never take any thing off the bushes, without leaving something in return.
Charl. And you, too, Mr. Charles, are a gentleman of great honesty; for you would not take a bit of the poor dog's ears off, without leaving a bit of your own fingers in his mouth as an equivalent.
Mrs. B. How comes it that you two are always quarrelling, and yet always coming in one another's way? (to Char.) You forget: you must go and see after your boots.
Char. O! I can go to-morrow morning.
Mrs. B. But there is not a moment to be lost: you must have them at all events, you know. No,
