Enter, Madam, in all your charms! Villers has been abusing your toilette for keeping you so long; but I think we are much oblig'd to it, and so are you.
Mrs. Rack. How so, pray? Good-morning t'ye both. Here, here's a hand a-piece for you. (They kiss her hands.)
Flut. How so! Because it has given you so many beauties.
Mrs. Rack. Delightful compliment! What do you think of that, Villers?
Vill. That he and his compliments are alike—shewy, but won't bear examining.——So you brought Miss Hardy to town last night?
Mrs. Rack. Yes, I should have brought her before, but I had a fall from my horse, that confined me a week.—I suppose in her heart she wished me hanged a dozen times an hour.
Flut. Why?
Mrs. Rack. Had she not an expecting Lover in town all the time? She meets him this morning at the Lawyer's.—I hope she'll charm him; she's the sweetest girl in the world.
Vill. Vanity, like murder, will out.—You have convinced me you think yourself more charming.
Mrs. Rack. How can that be?