Nev. I never read it, but am told it is a good play—and if performed, Vapid, he will be proud of your assistance.
Vapid. I speak in time, because it is material—many a dull play has been saved by a good epilogue.
Nev. True—but I had almost forgot.—Why, Vapid, the lady in the Grove will enlarge your knowledge amazingly.
Ennui. I've an idea—she's the pattern of perfection.
Nev. The paragon of beauty! Ah, Vapid! I would give worlds for the coldest expression in this letter.
Vapid. That letter!—what do you mean by that letter?
Nev. And you really pretend not to know the young Lady Waitfor't?
Vapid. No,—I hav'n't spoke to a woman at Bath,—but a sweet girl I danced with at the ball; and who she is, by the Lord, I don't know.
Nev. Well, but, Vapid—young Lady Waitfor't—she loves you to distraction.
Vapid. As I hope for fame, I never heard her name before.