Lord Town. Dear Manly! yours——I was thinking to send to you.
Man. Then, I am glad I am here, my Lord——Lady Grace, I kiss your hands!—--What, only you two! How many visits may a man make, before he falls into such unfashionable company? A brother and sister soberly sitting at home, when the whole town is a gadding! I question if there is so particular a tête à tête, again, in the whole parish of St. James's.
Lady Grace. Fy! fy! Mr. Manly; how censorious you are!
Man. I had not made the reflexion, Madam, but that I saw you an exception to it—Where's my lady?
Lord Town. That I believe is impossible to guess.
Man. Then I won't try, my Lord——
Lord Town. But 'tis probable I may hear of her by that time I am four or five hours in bed.
Man. Now, if that were my case, I believe I should——But I beg pardon, my Lord.
Lord Town. Indeed, Sir, you shall not: You will oblige me, if you speak out; for it was upon this head, I wanted to see you.