SCENE.—A garden.
MR. SELBY. MRS. FRAMPTON.
Selby. I am not so ill a guesser, Mrs. Frampton,
Not to conjecture, that some passages
In your unfinish'd story, rightly interpreted,
Glanced at my bosom's peace;
You knew my wife?
Mrs. F. Even from her earliest school-days—What of that?
Or how is she concern'd in my fine riddles,