Vapid. But I declare and affirm it as a fact, she has a strong passion for the stage, and a violent attachment for all the people that belong to it.
Lady. Sir, I don't understand you—explain.
Vapid. Hark ye,—we are alone—I promise it shall go no further, and I'll let you into a secret—I know——
Lady. Well, what do you know?
Vapid. I know a certain dramatic author with whom she——he had a letter from her this morning.
Vapid. Yes,—an assignation—don't be alarmed—the man may be depended on—he is safe—very safe!—Long in the habit of intrigue—a good person too!—a very good person indeed.
Lady. Amazement!
Vapid. [Whispering her.] Hark ye, he means to make her happy in less than half an hour.
Lady. [Rising.] Sir, do you know who you're talking to?—do you know who I am?