Mrs. Rack. Come, Ma'am; [looking at her Watch.] 'tis past one. I protest, if we don't fly to Kensington, we sha'n't find a soul there.
Lady Fran. Won't this Gentleman go with us?
Court. [Looking surpris'd.] To be sure, you make me happy, Madam, beyond description.
Mrs. Rack. Oh, never mind him—he'll follow.
[Exeunt Lady Frances, Mrs. Racket,
and Miss Ogle.
Court. Lady Touchwood! with a vengeance! But, 'tis always so;—your reserved Ladies are like ice, 'egad!—no sooner begin to soften, than they melt.
[Following.
END of the SECOND ACT.
A C T I I I.
SCENE I. Mr. Hardy's.
Enter Letitia and Mrs. Racket.
Mrs. Racket.