Squ. Rich. So I do, feyther.
Count Bas. Sir I'm glad to see you——I protest Mrs. Jane is grown so, I should not have known her.
Sir Fran. Come forward, Jenny.
Jenny. Sure, papa, do you think I don't know how to behave myself?
Count Bas. If I have permission to approach her, Sir Francis.
Jenny. Lord, Sir, I'm in such a frightful pickle——
[Salute.
Count Bas. Every dress that's proper must become you, Madam,——you have been a long journey.
Jenny. I hope you will see me in a better, to-morrow, Sir.
[Lady Wrong. whispers Mrs. Moth. pointing to Myrtilla.