Mel. How is that possible, doctor?
Kite. Because, madam—because it is so—A woman's reason is the best for a man's being a fool.
Mel. Ten o'clock, you say?
Kite. Ten—about the hour of tea-drinking throughout the kingdom.
Mel. Here, doctor. [Gives Money.] Lucy, have you any questions to ask?
Lucy. Oh, madam! a thousand.
Kite. I must beg your patience till another time, for I expect more company this minute; besides, I must discharge the gentleman under the table.
Lucy. O, pray, sir, discharge us first!
Kite. Tycho, wait on the ladies down stairs.
[Exeunt Melinda and Lucy.