[Exit.
SCENE II.
A Library in Lady Waitfor't's House.—A Sofa and two Chairs.
Enter Vapid.
Vapid. Either this house is a labyrinth, or I, in reflecting on my incident, have forgot myself; for so it is I can't find my way out—who have we here? by the sixtieth night, my little partner!
Enter Marianne, with a Book in her Hand.
Mari. The poet I danced with!—he little thinks how much I've thought of him since—Sir.
[Courtesying.
Vapid. Ma'am.
[Bowing.]