Lady Grace. Then, whenever he makes me an offer, brother, I will certainly tell you of it.
Lord Town. O! that's the last thing he'll do; he'll never make you an offer, 'till he's pretty sure it won't be refus'd.
Lady Grace. Now you make me curious. Pray! did he ever make an offer of that kind to you?
Lord Town. Not directly; but that imports nothing; he is a man too well acquainted with the female world, to be brought into a high opinion of any one woman, without some well examined proof of her merit: Yet I have reason to believe, that your good sense, your turn of mind, and your way of life, have brought him to so favourable a one of you, that a few days will reduce him to talk plainly to me: Which as yet, (notwithstanding our friendship) I have neither declin'd nor encouraged him to.
Lady Grace. I am mighty glad we are so near in our way of thinking: For, to tell you the truth, he is much upon the same terms with me: You know he has a satirical turn; but never lashes any folly, without giving due encomiums to its opposite virtue: and upon such occasions, he is sometimes particular, in turning his compliments upon me, which I don't receive, with any reserve, lest he should imagine I take them to myself.
Lord Town. You are right, child, when a man of merit makes his addresses: good sense may give him an answer, without scorn, or coquetry.
Lady Grace. Hush! he's here——
Enter Mr. Manly.
Man. My Lord! your most obedient.