Lady Grace. When it does, I will——soberly break from you.
Lady Town. Why then 'till we meet again, dear sister, I wish you all tolerable happiness.
[Exit Lady Town.
Lady Grace. There she goes—dash! into her stream of pleasures! poor woman! she is really a fine creature! and sometimes infinitely agreeable! nay, take her out of the madness of this town, rational in her notions, and easy to live with: but she is so borne down by this torrent of vanity in vogue, she thinks every hour of her life is lost that she does not lead at the head of it. What it will end in, I tremble to imagine——Ha! my brother, and Manly with him! I guess what they have been talking of——I shall hear it in my turn, I suppose, but it won't become me to be inquisitive.
[Exit Lady Grace.
Enter Lord Townly and Manly.
Lord Town. I did not think my Lady Wronghead had such a notable brain: tho' I can't say she was so very wise, in trusting this silly girl you call Myrtilla, with the secret.
Man. No, my Lord, you mistake me, had the girl been in the secret, perhaps I had never come at it myself.
Lord Town. Why I thought you said the girl writ this letter, to you, and that my Lady Wronghead sent it inclos'd to my sister?