osburys?

ANTHONY. I do not know exactly, sir. I believe he is related.

AUSTIN. Or perhaps--I remember a Mr. Bosbury, a cutter of coats. I have
the vanity to believe I formed his business.

ANTHONY. I--I hope not, sir. But as I was saying, I and this Jack
Bosbury, and the Brummagem Bantam--a very pretty light-weight,
sir--drank seven bottles of Burgundy to the three of us inside the
eighty minutes. Jack, sir, was a little cut; but me and the Bantam went
out and finished the evening on hot gin. Life, sir, life! Tom Cribb was
with us. He spoke of you, too, Tom did: said you'd given him a wrinkle
for his second fight with the black man. No, sir, I assure you, you're
not forgotten.

AUSTIN (_bows_). I am pleased to learn it. In my time, I had an esteem
for Mr. Cribb.

ANTHONY. O come, sir! but your time cannot be said to be over.

AUSTIN. Menteith, you hear!

MENTEITH. Yes, Mr. George.

ANTHONY. The Colonel told me that you liked to shake an elbow. Your big
main, sir, with Lord Wensleydale, is often talked about. I hope I may
have the occasion to sit down with you. I shall count it an honour, I
assure you.

AUSTIN. But would your aunt, my very good friend, approve?

ANTHONY. Why, sir, you do not suppose I am in leading-strings?

AUSTIN. You forget, child: a family must hang together. When I was
young--in my time--I was alone; and what I did concerned myself. But a
youth who has--as I think you have--a family of ladies to protect, must
watch his honour, child, and preserve his fortune.... You have no
commands from Sir Frederick?

ANTHONY. None, sir, none.

AUSTIN. Shall I find you this noon upon the Pantiles?... I shall be
charmed. Commend me to your aunt and your fair sister. Menteith?

MENTEITH. Yes, Mr. George. (_Shows ANTHONY out._)

SCENE III

_AUSTIN, MENTEITH, returning_

AUSTIN. Was I ever like that, Menteith?

MENTEITH. No, Mr. George, you was always a gentleman.

AUSTIN. Youth, my good fellow, youth.

MENTEITH. Quite so, Mr. George.

AUSTIN. Well, Menteith, we cannot make nor mend. We cannot play the
jockey with Time. Age is the test; of wine, Menteith, and men.

MENTEITH. Me and you and the old Hermitage, Mr. George, he-he!

AUSTIN. And the best of these, the Hermitage. But come: we lose our day.
Help me off with this.

(_MENTEITH takes off AUSTIN'S dressing-gown; AUSTIN passes R. to
dressing-table, and takes up first cravat._)

AUSTIN. Will the hair do, Menteith?

MENTEIT