Madam. O que ouy, Madame.
Lady Fan. And where are they?
Madam. Au Logis.
Lady Fan. What, Men and all?
Madam. Tous ensemble.
Lady Fan. O Confidence! What, carry their Fellows to their own House?
Madam. C'est que le Mari n'y est pas.
Lady Fan. No; so I believe, truly. But he shall be there, and quickly too, if I can find him out. Well, 'tis a prodigious thing, to see when Men and Women get together, how they fortify one another in their Impudence. But if that drunken Fool, her Husband, he to be found in e'er a Tavern in Town, I'll send him amongst 'em: I'll spoil their sport.
Madam. En verité, Madame, ce seroit domage.
Lady Fan. 'Tis in vain to oppose it, Madamoiselle; therefore never go about it. For I am the steadiest Creature in the World—when I have determin'd to do Mischief. So, come along.