Letty. Shameful, Miss Marianne! do speak a little intelligibly, and remember your aunt's favourite observation.
Mari. What is it?—I have forgot.
Letty. That good sentiments are always plain.
Mari. Yes,—so are good women,—bid her remember that, Letty.
Letty. Hush:—say no more—here she comes, and Mr Willoughby with her.
Mari. Ay—that man is always with her of late—but come, Letty, let's get out of their way—let's take a walk, and look at the beaux.
Letty. The beaux! ah, I see you long to become a woman of fashion.
Mari. No—though I hate the country, I never will become a woman of fashion—I know too well what it is to do many things one don't like, and 'faith, while there is such real pleasure in following my own inclinations, I see no reason why, merely out of fashion, I should be obliged to copy other people's.
[Exit, with Letty.
Enter Lady Waitfor't and Willoughby.