[Exit Sir George.
Enter Mrs. Racket.
Mrs. Rack. Oh, Lady Frances! I am shock'd to death.—Have you received a card from us?
Lady Fran. Yes; within these twenty minutes.
Mrs. Rack. Aye, 'tis of no consequence.——'Tis all over—Doricourt is mad.
Lady Fran. Mad!
Mrs. Rack. My poor Letitia!—Just as we were enjoying ourselves with the prospect of a scheme that was planned for their mutual happiness, in came Flutter, breathless, with the intelligence:—I flew here to know if you had heard it.
Lady Fran. No, indeed—and I hope it is one of Mr. Flutter's dreams.
Enter Saville.
A-propos; now we shall be informed. Mr. Saville, I rejoice to see you, though Sir George will be disappointed: he's gone to your lodgings.