No, my love.—(One of the gentlemen takes her on his knee—dries her eyes.)
(A Footman enters.)
The coach is come, madam.
THE LADY OF THE HOUSE.
Madam, we are going to the play; will you be so obliging as make one of the party? It will divert miss.
CHILD.
Take me home, mamma—take me to Cloy.
T.
A name for a dog.
MRS CONSUL.