[Exit.
Court. There's no bearing this! I'll set off for Paris directly.
[Exit.
END of the FOURTH ACT.
A C T V.
SCENE I——Hardy's.
Enter Hardy and Villers.
Villers.
Whimsical enough! Dying for her, and hates her; believes her a Fool, and a Woman of brilliant Understanding!
Har. As true as you are alive;—but when I went up to him last night, at the Pantheon, out of downright good-nature to explain things——my Gentleman whips round upon his heel, and snapt me as short as if I had been a beggar-woman with six children, and he Overseer of the Parish.
Vill. Here comes the Wonder-worker—[Enter Letitia.] Here comes the Enchantress, who can go to Masquerades, and sing and dance, and talk a Man out of his wits!——But pray, have we Morning Masquerades?
Let. Oh, no—but I am so enamour'd of this all-conquering Habit, that I could not resist putting it on, the moment I had breakfasted. I shall wear it on the day I am married, and then lay it by in spices—like the miraculous Robes of St. Bridget.