Man. Her mind may have another cast by this time: the most flagrant dispositions have their hours of anguish; which their pride conceals from company; but pray, Madam, how could she avoid coming down to dine?
Lady Grace. O! she took care of that before she went to bed; by ordering her woman, whenever she was ask'd for, to say, she was not well.
Man. You have seen her since she was up, I presume?
Lady Grace. Up! I question whether she be awake yet.
Man. Terrible! What a figure does she make now! That nature should throw away so much beauty upon a creature, to make such a slatternly use of it!
Lady Grace. O fy! there is not a more elegant beauty in town, when she's drest.
Man. In my eye, Madam, she that's early drest, has ten times her elegance.
Lady Grace. But she won't be long now, I believe: for I think I see her chocolate going up——Mrs. Trusty,—a hem!
Mrs. Trusty comes to the door.
Man. [Aside.] Five o'clock in the afternoon, for a lady of quality's breakfast, is an elegant hour indeed! which to shew her more polite way of living too, I presume, she eats in her bed.