Foxchase. Let's after him. (Exeunt)
Florid. Ay, let's bring him back to indulge the Social Affections.
Sir Robert. Gentlemen never mind him, let's make an End of our Bottle. I am afraid Mr. Quicksett is in the right. (Follows)
Abbé. (Sings)
Boire a long trait
De ce vin frais
Et ne jamais quitter la Table,
Que pour Dancer
Rire a Chanter
C'est se jouir d'un sort delectable.
(Exeunt)
(Scene another Apartment. Enter LADY
BETTY and HARRIET)
Lady Betty. Well, but my dear Harriet, I assure you.
Harriet. Nay, but Ma'am, how can your Ladyship say so?
Lady Betty. Surely Madamoiselle Harriet you'll give me leave to know better than one who has never been beyond the Dust and Smoke of melancholy London.