Lynx. I thought you were perfectly acquainted with them.
Mrs. Ly. I am acquainted with a sufficiency, believe me.
Lynx. Name them, my dear?
Mrs. Ly. I shall not trouble myself so much.
Lynx. Nay, I insist——
Mrs. Ly. Well, then, sir—my dress-maker could not call yesterday, but you must make yourself ridiculous.
Lynx. What did I do?
Mrs. Ly. You told her, in my presence, that she was very pretty.
Lynx. Was there any sin in that?
Mrs. Ly. ’Twas not only a very great familiarity on your part, sir—but a want of respect for me.