Lady Wrong. Ha! what Paper's this? Some Billet-doux I'll lay my life, but this is no place to examine it.
[Puts it in her Pocket.
Sir Fran. Why in such haste, Cousin?
Man. O! my Lady must have a great many affairs upon her hands, after such a journey.
Lady Wrong. I believe, Sir, I shall not have much less every day, while I stay in this town, of one sort or other.
Man. Why truly, Ladies seldom want employment here, Madam.
Jenny. And Mamma did not come to it to be idle, Sir.
Man. Nor you neither, I dare say, my young Mistress.
Jenny. I hope not, Sir.
Man. Ha! Miss Mettle!—--Where are you going Sir?