Lord Town. Say you so, Madam? Have at you then! Here! get the ombre-table, and cards.
[Exit Lord Townly.
Lady Grace. Come, Mr. Manly——I know you don't forgive me now!
Man. I don't know whether I ought to forgive your thinking so, Madam. Where do you imagine I could pass my time so agreeably?
Lady Grace. I'm sorry my Lord is not here to take share of the compliment——But he'll wonder what's become of us!
Man. I'll follow in a moment, Madam——
[Exit Lady Grace.
It must be so——she sees I love her——yet with what unoffending decency she avoids an explanation! How amiable is every hour of her conduct? What a vile opinion have I had of the whole sex, for these ten years past, which this sensible creature has recovered in less than one? Such a companion, sure, might compensate all the irksome disappointments, that pride, folly and falshood ever gave me!
Could women regulate, like her, their lives,
What Halcyon days were in the gift of wives!
Vain rovers, then, might envy what they hate;
And only fools would mock the married state.
[Exit.