Mrs. Rack. Pray make no apology; I am quite happy that we have your Ladyship in town at last.—What stay do you make?
Lady Fran. A short one! Sir George talks with regret of the scenes we have left; and as the ceremony of presentation is over, will, I believe, soon return.
Miss Ogle. Sure he can't be so cruel! Does your Ladyship wish to return so soon?
Lady Fran. I have not the habit of consulting my own wishes; but, I think, if they decide, we shall not return immediately. I have yet hardly form'd an idea of London.
Mrs. Rack. I shall quarrel with your Lord and Master, if he dares think of depriving us of you so soon. How do you dispose of yourself to-day?
Lady Fran. Sir George is going with me this morning to the mercer's, to chuse a silk; and then——
Mrs. Rack. Chuse a silk for you! ha! ha! ha! Sir George chuses your laces too, I hope; your gloves, and your pincushions!
Lady Fran. Madam!
Mrs. Rack. I am glad to see you blush, my dear Lady Frances. These are strange homespun ways! If you do these things, pray keep 'em secret. Lord bless us! If the Town should know your husband chuses your gowns!
Miss Ogle. You are very young, my Lady, and have been brought up in solitude. The maxims you learnt among the Wood-Nymphs in Shropshire, won't pass current here, I assure you.