Lady Wrong. Well, Sir Francis, and what news have you brought us from Westminster, to-day?
Sir Fran. News, Madam? I'cod! I have some——and such as does not come every day, I can tell you——a word in your ear——I have got a promise of a place at Court of a thousand pawnd a year already.
Lady Wrong. Have you so, Sir? And pray who may you thank for't? Now! who is in the right? Is not this better than throwing so much away, after a stinking pack of fox-hounds, in the country? Now your family may be the better for it!
Sir Fran. Nay! that's what persuaded me to come up, my Dove.
Lady Wrong. Mighty well—come——let me have another hundred pound then.
Sir Fran. Another! child? Waunds! you have had one hundred this morning, pray what's become of that, my dear?
Lady Wrong. What's become of it? why I'll shew you, my Love! Jenny! have you the bills about you?
Jenny. Yes, Mama.
Lady Wrong. What's become of it? Why laid out, my dear, with fifty more to it, that I was forced to borrow of the Count here.