Lady Grace. Seriously?
Lady Town. Solemnly! a thousand times; but then one is constantly forsworn.
Lady Grace. And how can you answer that?
Lady Town. My dear, what we say, when we are losers, we look upon to be no more binding than a lover's oath, or a great man's promise. But I beg pardon, child; I should not lead you so far into the world; you are a prude, and design to live soberly.
Lady Grace. Why, I confess my nature, and my education do, in a good degree, incline me that way.
Lady Town. Well! how a woman of spirit, (for you don't want that, child) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable! for you will marry I suppose.
Lady Grace. I can't tell but I may.
Lady Town. And won't you live in town?
Lady Grace. Half the year, I should like it very well.
Lady Town. My stars! and you would really live in London half the year to be sober in it!