Lady. Well, leave it to me—I'll explain the matter to him myself,—and my life on't it proves successful. You see, Willoughby, my only system is to promote happiness.
Will. It is indeed, Lady Waitfor't—but if this fails, may I still hope for your interest with Miss Courtney?
Lady. Yes,—I'm determined she shall be yours, and neither Neville's nor Ennui's.—But come, it's late—here he is.
Will. We'll get rid of him.
Enter Ennui.
Lady. Mr Ennui, your most obedient—we are going to the Parade—have you seen your cousin Neville?
Ennui. I've an idea—I've just left him.
Lady. I suppose we shall see you at Lady Walton's this evening?—till then, adieu.
[Exeunt Lady Waitfor't and Willoughby.
Ennui. I've an idea, I don't like this Lady Waitfor't—she wishes to trick me out of my match with Miss Courtney, and if I could trick her in return—[Takes out his Watch.] How goes the enemy?—only one o'clock!—I thought it had been that an hour ago!—heigho!—here's my patron, Lord Scratch.