Lady Town. Why yes——and therefore I wanted your relief; for he has been in such a fluster here——
Lady Grace. Bless me! for what?
Lady Town. Only our usual breakfast; we have each of us had our dish of Matrimonial Comfort, this morning! we have been charming company!
Lady Grace. I am mighty glad of it! sure it must be a vast happiness, when a Man and a Wife can give themselves the same turn of conversation!
Lady Town. O! the prettiest thing in the world!
Lady Grace. Now I should be afraid, that where two people are every day together so, they must often be in want of something to talk upon.
Lady Town. O my Dear, you are the most mistaken in the world! married people have things to talk of, child, that never enter into the imagination of others.——Why, here's my Lord and I now, we have not been married above two short years, you know, and we have already eight or ten things constantly in bank, that whenever we want company, we can take up any one of them for two hours together, and the subject never the flatter; nay, if we have occasion for it, it will be as fresh next day too, as it was the first hour it entertain'd us.
Lady Grace. Certainly that must be vastly pretty.
Lady Town. O! there's no life like it! why t'other day for example, when you din'd abroad; my Lord and I, after a pretty chearful tête à tête meal, sat us down by the fire-side, in an easy indolent, pick-tooth way, for about a quarter of an hour, as if we had not thought of any other's being in the room——at last, stretching himself, and yawning——My Dear, says he,——aw——you came home very late, last night——'Twas but just turn'd of Two, says I——I was in bed—aw——by eleven, says he; so you are every night, says I——Well, says he, I am amazed you can sit up so late——How can you be amaz'd, says I, at a thing that happens so often?——upon which we enter'd into a conversation——and tho' this is a point has entertain'd us above fifty times already, we always find so many pretty new things to say upon it, that I believe in my soul, it will last as long as we live.