[Half laugh.
Miss Als. Yes, but when you take this tone in public, laugh a little louder.
Mrs. Blandish. Rival Miss Alscrip, ha! ha! ha!
Both. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Mrs. Blandish. [Wiping her Eyes, as not quite recovered from her Laugh.] For mirth's sake, what is become of the rival?—Whom will you chuse she shall have run away with?
Miss Als. Leave it in doubt as it is; fixing circumstances confines the curiosity to one story which may be disproved; uncertainty leaves it open to a hundred, and makes them all probable. But I hear some of the company upon the stairs: Now, Blandish—You shall be witness to the temper and dignity, with which a woman of my consequence can discard a quality courtship that offends her—
Mrs. Blandish. Sweet tempered soul!
Enter Sir Clement Flint.
Sir C. Miss Alscrip, your—
[As he is beginning to say your humble Servant,