] If that be Mr.
Fotherby, show him in. [_Exit_ ISIDORE.] I intend to form that young
fellow--there's stuff in him. I've noticed that he uses my blacking.
[_Enter_ FOTHERBY _followed by_ ISIDORE.] How d'e do, Fotherby?
FOTHERBY. This admittance is an honor, indeed, sir!
BRUM. My dear fellow, why, what do you call those things upon your feet?
FOTHER. Things on my feet! Shoes, to be sure!
BRUM. Shoes! I thought they were slippers!
FOTHER. You prefer boots then, sir, doubtless?
BRUM. Well, let me see. Humph! Isidore, which do I prefer, boots or
shoes?
ISID. The Hessian was always your favorite, sir, in London.
BRUM. Right, Isidore--so it was. By-the-bye, I have asked Davis here
to-day. It was a great sacrifice; but as you and the young lady want to
have the old gentleman melted, I resigned myself. I hope he'll keep his
knife out of his mouth.
FOTHER. We shall be eternally grateful to you, sir. He wanted Helen to
become old Armand's wife next week.
BRUM. I think he's right; and but for one circumstance, I should be on
Armand's side of the question.
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