Lady Grace. Your particular orders upon my being here, look, indeed, as if you thought I had not.
Lord Town. And your Ladyship's enquiry into the reason of those orders, shews, at least, it was not a matter indifferent to you!
Lady Grace. Lord! you make the oddest constructions, brother!
Lord Town. Look you my grave Lady Grace——in one serious word—I wish you had him.
Lady Grace. I can't help that.
Lord Town. Ha! you can't help it! ha! ha! The flat simplicity of that reply was admirable!
Lady Grace. Pooh! you teize one, brother!
Lord Town. Come, I beg pardon, child——this is not a point, I grant you, to trifle upon; therefore, I hope you'll give me leave to be serious.
Lady Grace. If you desire it, brother! though upon my word, as to Mr. Manly's having any serious thoughts of me—I know nothing of it.
Lord Town. Well——there's nothing wrong, in your making a doubt of it——But, in short, I find, by his conversation of late, that he has been looking round the world for a wife; and if you were to look round the world for a husband, he's the first man I would give to you.