With. Your servant, sir.
Mar. to Op. How did you like the ball last night? There was a gay, genteel looking company.
Op. (With affected superiority.) Excepting Lord Saunter, and Lord Poorly, and Sir Loftus, and one or two more of us, I did not know a soul in the room.
With. There were some pretty girls there, Mr. Opal?
Op. I am very glad to hear it, 'pon honour. I did not—(Mumbling.)
With. (aside.) Affected puppy, I can't bear to look at him.[Exit.
Mar. (Assuming a gayer air as Withrington goes out.) You will soon have a new beau to enrich your circle, Mr. Opal, the handsome and accomplished Colonel Beaumont. He is just returned from abroad, and is now quite the fashion at court. (To Agnes.) Dont you think Mr. Opal resembles him?
Ag. O! very much indeed.
Op. (Bowing very graciously.) Does he not resemble Sir Loftus too? I mean in his air and his manner.
Mar. O! not at all! That haughty coldness of his is quite old fashioned now; so unlike the affable frankness so much admired in the Colonel: you have seen him I presume?
Op. I have never had that honour.
