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.—(A pause, expecting what he is further to say.) Hast thou ever been frolicsome in thy youth?

Sir!

I don't mean in any bad way, Dickenson. Don't look so surprised, man: yet I think thou wilt be somewhat surprised when I tell thee what has come into my head.

It is not for me to judge of your honour's notions.

Thou wilt hardly guess what I am going to say.

No, Sir, but something for your own good, I doubt not.

Nay, don't look so grave; I am only going to try a little frolic.

That is what I should never have guessed, I confess.

O! only a mere whim; every body has their whims: it is a whim in your mistress, now, to have that door opened.