Serv. Sir?
Vapid. Is your young mistress, sir, very handsome?
Serv. Yes, sir.—My young mistress is thought a perfect beauty.
Vapid. Charming!—What age do you reckon her?
Serv. About twenty, sir.
Vapid. The right interesting age! and fond of the drama, I suppose?
Serv. Sir?
Vapid. Very fond of plays, I presume?
Serv. Yes, sir, very fond of plays, or any thing relating to them.
Vapid. Delightful!—now am I the happiest dog alive:—yes, yes, Vapid! let the town damn your plays, the women will never desert you. [Seats himself.] You needn't stay, sir. [Exit Servant.] That's a good sign, that fellow isn't used to this kind of business—so much the better—practice is the destruction of love——yes, I shall indulge a beautiful woman,—gratify myself, and, perhaps, get the last scene for my unfinished comedy.