Enter Mrs. Trusty.
Trus. Madam, your Ladyship's chair is ready.
Lady Town. Have the Footmen their white flambeaux yet? for last night I was poison'd.
Trus. Yes, madam: there were some come in this morning.
[Exit Trusty.
Lady Town. My dear, you will excuse me; but you know my time is so precious——
Lady Grace. That I beg I may not hinder your least enjoyment of it.
Lady Town. You will call on me at Lady Revel's?
Lady Grace. Certainly.
Lady Town. But I am so afraid it will break into your scheme, my dear!