Footman. Lady Betty Mockmode—bring in the Chair.
Chairman. By your leave, set down.
Lady Betty. (Comes out) What can that rude canaille mean by making a Rendezvous there to derange People of Condition? I could almost fancy the Captain of the Ship has made a Mistake, and landed me at the Cape of Good Hope among the Hottentots. But where's Madamoiselle Harriet, where's Madamoiselle? (Exit)
Chairman. (Rubbing his face) The Devil set fire to her French airs. I've carried her all the way to Grosvenor Square, and there down Burlington Gardens, and then to St. James's Place—and then here again, a man had better be a Horse nor a chairman at this rate. Come, take out there, Paddy, we'll go and have a sup of the Craitur. (Exeunt)
Sideboard. What did that Lady come over with your Master, Roger?
Roger. Yes, and we had such a do with her—but don't you remember her? Why that's she a Squire Wildfire was in love with—by the by, I met Squire Wildfire and Squire Foxchase. I told un Master was come, and they were main glad, and said they'd come and see un. (Exeunt)
(Scene: JACK BROUGHTON'S Apartment.
French Servants setting the Toilette)
Florid. Ridicule being the Test of Truth, Monsieur Abbé, if it brings into your Mind the motley Livery of incongruous Appearances; I fancy your account of us when you publish your Remarks on the English Nation, will strike Foreigners with a gay contempt.
Abbé. Monsieur, vous avez raison—but your Pupil—whence is it gone?
Florid. Just stept out to speak with Roger, he'll be here again instantaneously—I think between us both Monsieur Abbé, we have made him a pretty Gentleman.