Flut. Ah! she wants me to dance. With all my heart.
[Exit.
Lady Fran. Why do you keep on your mask?—'tis too warm.
Court. 'Tis very warm—I want air—let us go.
Lady Fran. You seem quite agitated.——Sha'n't we bid our company adieu?
Court. No, no;—there's no time for forms. I'll just give directions to the carriage, and be with you in a moment. (Going, steps back.) Put on your mask; I have a particular reason for it.
[Exit.
Saville advances with Kitty.
Sav. Now, Kitty, you know your lesson. Lady Frances, (takes off his mask) let me lead you to your Husband.
Lady Fran. Heavens! is Mr. Saville the Conjuror? Sir George is just stept to the door to give directions.—We are going home immediately.