Lady L. And where my Count La Valier?
Sir H. His body's in the church of Nôtre Dame; I don't know where his soul is.
Lady L. What disease did he die of?
Sir H. A duel, madam; I was his doctor.
Lady L. How d'ye mean?
Sir H. As most doctors do; I kill'd him.
Lady L. En cavalier, my dear knight-errant—Well, and how, and how: what intrigues, what gallantries are carrying on in the beau monde?
Sir H. I should ask you that question, madam, since your ladyship makes the beau-monde wherever you come.
Lady L. Ah, Sir Harry, I've been almost ruined, pestered to death here, by the incessant attacks of a mighty colonel; he has besieged me.
Sir H. I hope your ladyship did not surrender, though.