"Lady T. Comfortable! and so, my good lord, you would really have a woman of my rank and spirit, stay at home to comfort her husband! Lord! what notions of life some men have!
"Lord T. Don't you think, madam, some ladies notions are full as extravagant?"
"Lady T. Yes, my lord, when tame doves live cooped within the pen of your precepts, I do think 'em prodigious indeed!
"Lord T. And when they fly wild about this town, madam, pray what must the world think of 'em then?
"Lady T. Oh! this world is not so ill bred as to quarrel with any woman for liking it.
"Lord T. Nor am I, madam, a husband so well bred as to bear my wife's being so fond of it; in short, the life you lead, madam—
"Lady T. Is, to me, the pleasantest life in the world.
"Lord T. I should not dispute your taste, madam, if a woman had a right to please nobody but herself.
"Lady T. Why, whom would you have her please?
"Lord T. Sometimes her husband.