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no charge of him.—Good day, Mr. Smitchenstault.

O! but you have not hear where de sense of my argument lies.

I have not indeed.

But you must, tough. I go wid you. (Taking him by the arm, and speaking busily as they go off.) De soul is de sublime energy; it is de subtile matter, de, &c. &c. &c.

[Exeunt and.

Very good friends, truly, with their letters and their confidences. That coquettish animation too: they must have some merry joke to laugh thus. No, hang it! 'tis their own damned pleasure in being together. (Runs to them in the garden, and the scene closes.)