Chat. From the oddest Accident in the World, Mr. Heartly. You must know, Mr. Canker, that I am a vast Admirer of the Belles Lettres as my Lady calls 'em, and never miss the first Night of a new thing—I am as fond of a new thing as my Lady is and I assure you she often takes my Judgment upon any new Play or Opera, and the Actors and Actresses. For you must know, Mr. Canker, I am thought a very tolerable Judge.
Cank. Well, but how did the Play succeed?
Chat. O immensely.
Cank. Was it hissed?
Chat. Not once.
Heart. Was it applauded?
Chat. To an immensity.
Cank. Psha! impossible! She knows nothing of the Matter.
Chat. No to be sure, Mr. Canker, I know nothing of the Matter because I did not like your Play; but I would have you to know, Sir, that my Lady and I know a good Play when we see or read it as well as you for all your Aristotle and your Cook upon Littleton, and all your great Criticks.(Exit)
Cank. Psha! an ignorant Creature, Mr. Heartly, your Servant; I'll go and see for the Ladies.