Alscrip. What the devil's the matter?
Miss Als. [Following him about.] I, that at fourteen might have married a French Marquis, my governess told me he was—for all he was her brother——
Alscrip. 'Gad a mercy, governess——
Miss Als. And as for commoners, had not I the choice of the market? And the handsome Irish Colonel at Bath, that had carried off six heiresses before, for himself and friends, and would have found his way to Gretna-green blindfold!
Alscrip. [Aside.] 'Gad I wish you were there now, with all my heart—What the devil is at the bottom of all this?
Miss Als. Why, Lord Gayville is at the bottom—And your hussy, that you was so sweet upon this rooming, is at the bottom; a treacherous minx!—I sent her only for a little innocent diversion, as my double——
Alscrip. Your what?
Miss Als. Why, my double, to vex him.
Alscrip. Double! this is the most useless attendant you have had yet.—'Gad I'll start you single handed in the art of vexation against any ten women in England!
Miss Als. I caught them, just as I did you, with your——