Mari. I hope, sir, you caught no cold the other night?
Vapid. No, ma'am, I was much nearer a fever than a cold.—Pray, ma'am, what is your study?
Mari. I have been reading "All for Love."—Pray, sir, do you know any thing about plays?
Vapid. Know any thing about plays!—there's a question!
Mari. I know so much about them, that I once acted at a private theatre.
Vapid. Did you? Then you acted for your own amusement, and nobody's else: what was the play?
Mari. I can't tell!
Vapid. Can't tell?
Mari. No,—nobody knew,—it's a way they have.
Vapid. Then they never act a play of mine.—With all this partiality for the stage—perhaps you would be content with a dramatist for life—particularly if his morals were fine?