Sir C. But her fortune, sir——
Sul. Can you play at whist, sir?
Sir C. No, truly, sir.
Sul. Not at all-fours?
Sir C. Neither.
Sul. Oons! where was this man bred? [Aside.] Burn me, sir, I can't go home; 'tis but two o'clock.
Sir C. For half an hour, sir, if you please—but you must consider 'tis late.
Sul. Late! that is the reason I can't go to bed—Come, sir——[Exeunt.
Enter Cherry; she runs across the Stage, and knocks
at Aimwell's Chamber Door.
Enter Aimwell.
Aim. What's the matter? you tremble, child; you are frighted!