Lord Town. No matter—it's three o'clock—she may break my rest, but she shall not alter my hours.
Lady Grace. Nay, you need not fear that now, for she dines abroad.
Lord Town. That, I suppose, is only an excuse for her not being ready yet.
Lady Grace. No, upon my word, she is engaged to company.
Lord Town. Where, pray?
Lady Grace. At my Lady Revel's; and you know they never dine 'till supper-time.
Lord Town. No truly——she is one of those orderly Ladies, who never let the sun shine upon any of their vices!—--But pr'ythee, Sister, what humour is she in to-day?
Lady Grace. O! in tip-top spirits, I can assure you——she won a good deal, last night.
Lord Town. I know no difference between her winning or losing, while she continues her course of life.