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.

Eger.  So I understand, my lord.

Lord Lum.  But, Egerton, I have slipt from the company for a few moments, on purpose to have a little chat with you.  Rodolpha tells me she fancies there is a kind of demur on your side, about your marriage with her.

Sir Per.  A demur! how so, my lord?

Lord Lum.  Why, as I was drinking my coffee with the women just now, I desired they would fix the wedding night, and the etiquette of the ceremony; upon which the girl burst into a loud laugh, telling me she supposed I was joking, for that Mr. Egerton had never yet given her a single glance or hint upon the subject.

Sir Per.  My lord, I have been just now talking to him about his shyness to the lady.

    Enter TOMLINS..

Tom.  Counsellor Plausible is come, sir, and serjeant Eitherside.

Sir Per.  Why then we can settle the business this very evening, my lord.

Lord Lum.  As well as in seven years:  and, to make the way as short as possible, pray, Mr. Tomlins, present your master’s compliments and mine to Lady Rodolpha, and let her ladyship know we wish to speak with her directly:  [Exit Tomlins.]—­He shall attack her this instant, Sir Pertinax.

Sir Per.  Ay! this is doing business effectually, my lord.