Lady Teas. Don't you think we may as well leave honor out of the argument? [Rises. Jos. Surf. Ah, the ill effects of your country education, I see, still remain with you. Lady Teaz. I doubt they do indeed; and I will fairly own to you, that if I could be persuaded to do wrong, it would be by Sir Peter's ill usage sooner than your honorable logic, after all. Jos. Surf. Then, by this hand, which he is unworthy of 'S death, you blockhead - what do you want? Ser. I beg your pardon, sir, but I thought you would not choose Sir Peter to come up without announcing him. Jos. Surf. Sir Peter! Oons - the devil! Lady Teaz. Sir Peter! O Lud! I'm ruined! I'm ruined! Ser. Sir, 't was n't I let him in. Lady Teaz. Oh! I'm quite undone! What will become of me? Now, Mr. Logic-Oh! mercy, sir, he's on the stairs- I'll get behind here — and if ever I'm so imprudent again Jos. Surf. Give me that book. [Gocs behind the screen. [Sits down. SERVANT pretends to adjust his chair. Enter SIR PETER TEAZLE. Sir Peter. Ay, ever improving himself Mr. Surface, Mr. Surface [Pats JOSEPH on the shoulder. Jos. Surf. Oh, my dear Sir Peter, I beg your pardon - [Gaping, throws away the book.] I have been dozing over a stupid book. Well, I am much obliged to you for this call. You haven't been here, I believe, since I fitted up this room. are the only things in which I am a coxcomb. Books, you know, |