Clar. She's only stept up to write a letter, she'll come down presently.
Sir Charles. Why, does she write letters? I thought she had never time for't: pray how may she have dispos'd of the rest of the day?
Clar. A good deal as usual; she has visits to make 'till six; she's then engag'd to the play, from that 'till court-time, she's to be at cards at Mrs. Idle's; after the drawing-room, she takes a short supper with Lady Hazard, and from thence they go together to the assembly.
Sir Charles. And are you to do all this with her?
Clar. The visits and the play, no more.
Sir Charles. And how can you forbear all the rest?
Clar. 'Tis easy to forbear, what we are not very fond of.
Sir Charles. I han't found it so. I have past much of my life in this hurry of the ladies, yet was never so pleas'd as when I was at quiet without 'em.
Clar. What then induc'd you to be with 'em?