Lady Fran. Sir—I am a married Woman. (Confus'd.)
Court. A married Woman! a good hint. (Aside.) 'Twould be a shame if such a charming Woman was not married. But I see you are a Daphne just come from your sheep, and your meadows; your crook, and your waterfalls. Pray now, who is the happy Damon, to whom you have vow'd eternal truth and constancy?
Miss Ogle. 'Tis Lady Frances Touchwood, Mr. Courtall, to whom you are speaking.
Court. Lady Frances! By Heaven, that's Saville's old flame. [Aside.] I beg your Ladyship's pardon. I ought to have believed that such beauty could belong only to your Name——a Name I have long been enamour'd of; because I knew it to be that of the finest Woman in the world.
Mrs. Racket comes forward.
Lady Fran. [Apart.] My dear Mrs. Racket, I am so frighten'd! Here's a Man making love to me, though he knows I am married.
Mrs. Rack. Oh, the sooner for that, my dear; don't mind him. Was you at the Cassino last night, Mr. Courtall?
Court. I look'd in.——'Twas impossible to stay. No body there but Antiques. You'll be at Lady Brilliant's to-night, doubtless?
Mrs. Rack. Yes, I go with Lady Frances.
Lady Fran. Bless me! I did not know this Gentleman was acquainted with Mrs. Racket.—I behaved so rude to him! [To Miss Ogle.]