Enter Letitia, followed by her Maid.
Adieu! I am rejoiced to see you so well, Madam! but I must tear myself away.
Letit. Don't vanish in a moment.
Vill. Oh, inhuman! you are two of the most dangerous women in town.—Staying here to be cannonaded by four such eyes, is equal to a rencontre with Paul Jones, or a midnight march to Omoa!—They'll swallow the nonsense for the sake of the compliment. (Aside.)
[Exit Villers.
Letit. (gives her cloak to her maid.) Order Du Quesne never to come again; he shall positively dress my hair no more. [Exit Maid.] And this odious silk, how unbecoming it is!—I was bewitched to chuse it. (Throwing herself on a sopha, and looking in a pocket-glass, Mrs. Racket staring at her.) Did you ever see such a fright as I am to-day?
Mrs. Rack. Yes, I have seen you look much worse.
Letit. How can you be so provoking? If I do not look this morning worse than ever I look'd in my life, I am naturally a fright. You shall have it which way you will.
Mrs. Rack. Just as you please; but pray what is the meaning of all this?
Letit. (rising.) Men are all dissemblers! flatterers! deceivers! Have I not heard a thousand times of my air, my eyes, my shape—all made for victory! and to-day, when I bent my whole heart on one poor conquest, I have proved that all those imputed charms amount to nothing;—for Doricourt saw them unmov'd.—A husband of fifteen months could not have examined me with more cutting indifference.