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george.From there alongside the North Coach, if I'm in time.

carnaby.Don't founder my horse. Will ye leave the glorious news with your grandfather at Wycombe?

george.I won't fail to.[Then to abud.]We've been speaking of you.

abud.It was never any secret, sir.

george.Don't apologise.

Soon after this abud passes out of sight.

carnaby.Nature's an encumbrance to us, Parson.

dr. remnant.One disapproves of flesh uninspired.

carnaby.She allows you no amusing hobbies.. always takes you seriously.

george.Good-bye, Parson.

dr. remnant.[As he bows.]Your most obedient.

carnaby.And you trifle with damnable democracy, with pretty theories of the respect due to womanhood and now the result... hark to it squalling.

dr. remnant.Being fifty miles off might not one say: The cry of the new-born?

carnaby.Ill-bred babies squall. There's no poetic glamour in the world will beautify an undesired infant .. George says so.

george.I did say so.

carnaby.I feel the whole matter deeply.

george half laughs.

carnaby.George, after days of irritability, brought to bed of a smile. That's a home thrust of a metaphor.