Dor. What! better than the Count? [290]
Mrs. Sul. The Count happened to be the most agreeable man upon the place; and so I chose him to serve me in my design upon my husband. But I should like this fellow better in a design upon myself.
Dor. But now, sister, for an interview with this lord and this gentleman; how shall we bring that about?
Mrs. Sul. Patience! you country ladies give no quarter if once you be entered. Would you prevent their desires, and give the fellows no wishing-time? Look'ee, Dorinda, if my Lord Aimwell loves you or deserves you, he'll find a way to see you, and there we must leave it. My business comes now upon the tapis. Have you prepared your brother? [303]
Dor. Yes, yes.
Mrs. Sul. And how did he relish it?
Dor. He said little, mumbled something to himself, promised to be guided by me—but here he comes.
Squire Sul. What singing was that I heard just now?
Mrs. Sul. The singing in your head, my dear; you complained of it all day. [310]