Just. 'Tis a great pity he should have been thus disposed of—Pray, Madam, (and then I've done) what may be your Ladyship's common Method of Life, if I may presume so far?
Sir John. Why, Sir, much that of a Woman of Quality.
Just. Pray how may you generally pass your time, Madam? Your Morning, for example.
Sir John. Sir, like a Woman of Quality——I wake about two o'Clock in the Afternoon——I stretch—and make a sign for my Chocolate——When I have drank three Cups—I slide down again upon my Back, with my Arms over my Head, while my two Maids put on my Stockings——Then hanging upon their Shoulders, I am trail'd to my great Chair, where I sit——and yawn——for my Breakfast——If it don't come presently, I lie down upon my Couch to say my Prayers, while my Maid reads me the Play-bills.
Just. Very well, Madam.
Sir John. When the Tea is brought in, I drink twelve regular Dishes, with eight Slices of Bread and Butter——And half an Hour after, I send to the Cook to know if the Dinner is almost ready.
Just. So! Madam!
Sir John. By that time my Head is half drest, I hear my Husband swearing himself into a State of Perdition, that the Meat's all cold upon the Table; to amend which, I come down in an Hour more, and have it sent back to the Kitchen, to be all drest over again.
Just. Poor Man!
Sir John. When I have din'd, and my idle Servants are presumptuously set down at their Ease, to do so too, I call for my Coach, to go visit fifty dear Friends, of whom I hope I shall never find one at home, while I shall live.