Mrs. Blandish. [Delivering her Letter.] This to Miss Alscrip, with my impatient inquiries after her last night's rest, and that she shall have my personal salute in half an hour.—You take care to send to all the lying-in ladies?
Prompt. At their doors, madam, before the first load of straw.
Blandish. And to all great men that keep the house—whether for their own disorders, or those of the nation?
Prompt. To all, sir—their secretaries, and principal clerks.
Blandish. [Aside to Prompt.] How goes on the business you have undertaken for Lord Gayville?
Prompt. I have conveyed his letter, and expect this morning to get an answer.
Blandish. He does not think me in the secret?
Prompt. Mercy forbid you should be!
[Archly.