Letit. Because 'tis much easier to convert a sentiment into its opposite, than to transform indifference into tender passion.
Mrs. Rack. That may be good philosophy, but I am afraid you'll find it a bad maxim.
Letit. I have the strongest confidence in it. I am inspired with unusual spirits, and on this hazard willingly stake my chance for happiness. I am impatient to begin my measures.
[Exit Letitia.
Hardy. Can you foresee the end of this, Cousin?
Mrs. Rack. No, Sir; nothing less than your penetration can do that, I am sure; and I can't stay now to consider it. I am going to call on the Ogles, and then to Lady Frances Touchwood's, and then to an Auction, and then—I don't know where——but I shall be at home time enough to witness this extraordinary interview. Good-bye.
[Exit Mrs. Racket.
Hardy. Well, 'tis an odd thing—I can't understand it—but I foresee Letty will have her way, and so I sha'n't give myself the trouble to dispute it.
[Exit Hardy.
END of the FIRST ACT.