Good, good, bestir yourselves: who knows who's wanted?
Butler. But 'twas a merry trick of Philip coachman.
[Exeunt.
SCENE.—Mrs. Selby's Chamber.
Mrs. Franpton, Katherine, working.
Mrs. F. I am thinking, child, how contrary our fates
Have traced our lots through life.—Another needle,
This works untowardly.—An heiress born
To splendid prospects, at our common school