Lady Car. Marry to disembarrass you?
Shuff. By my honour, I'm disinterested.
Lady Car. By my honour, I'm monstrously piqued—and so vex'd, that I can't read this morning,—nor talk,—nor——I'll walk.
Shuff. Shall I attend you?
Lady Car. No;—don't fidget at my elbow, as you do at the opera. But you shall tell me more of this by and by.
Shuff. When?—Where?
[Taking her Hand.
Lady Car. Don't torment me.—This evening, or—to-morrow, perhaps;—in the park,—or——psha! we shall meet at dinner.—Do, let me go now, for I shall be very bad company.
Shuff. [Kissing her Hand.] Adieu, Lady Caroline!—
Lady Car. Adieu!