Enter Robert.
Rob. Did you ring, my lady?
Lady Car. ——"Contemplation dwells—" Sir? Oh, yes;—I should like to walk. Is it damp under foot, sir?—"And ever musing—"
Rob. There has been a good deal of rain to-day my lady.
Lady Car. "Melancholy reigns—"
Rob. My lady—
Lady Car. Pray, sir, look out, and bring me word if it is clean or dirty.
Rob. Yes, my lady.
[Exit.
Lady Car. This settling a marriage is a strange business!—"What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?—"