Oh! Where is that boy? [To Wyke.] How’s your mistress this morning, Wyke?
Wyke.
Very well, I hope, sir; she ain’t come home yet, either.
Mr. Posket.
Not returned—nor Miss Verrinder?
Wyke.
No, sir—neither of them.
Mr. Posket.
[To himself.] Lady Jenkins is worse, they are still nursing her! Good women, true women!
Wyke.