Sav. I will attend you to Hampshire, with pleasure; but not on the plan of retirement. Society has claims on Lady Frances, that forbid it.
Sir Geo. Claims, Saville!
Sav. Yes, claims; Lady Frances was born to be the ornament of Courts. She is sufficiently alarmed, not to wander beyond the reach of her Protector;—and, from the British Court, the most tenderly-anxious Husband could not wish to banish his Wife. Bid her keep in her eye the bright Example who presides there; the splendour of whose rank yields to the superior lustre of her Virtue.
Sir Geo. I allow the force of your argument. Now for intelligence!
Enter Mrs. Racket, Lady Frances, and Flutter.
Mrs. Rack. Oh! Heav'ns! do you know——
Flut. Let me tell the story——As soon as Doricourt—
Mrs. Rack. I protest you sha'n't—said Mr. Hardy——
Flut. No, 'twas Doricourt spoke first—says he—No, 'twas the Parson—says he——
Mrs. Rack. Stop his mouth, Sir George—he'll spoil the tale.