Mon. Well! and how?
Flip. And how!—--And how do you think you would have me do't? And you have such a way with you, one can refuse you nothing. But I have brought myself into a fine business by it.
Mon. Good lack:——But, I hope, Flippanta—
Flip. Yes, your hopes will do much, when I am turn'd out of doors.
Mon. Was she then terrible angry?
Flip. Oh! had you seen how she flew, when she saw where I was pointing; for you must know I went round the bush and round the bush, before I came to the matter.
Mon. Nay, 'tis a ticklish point, that must be own'd.
Flip. On my word is it——I mean where a lady's truly virtuous; for that's our case you must know.
Mon. A very dangerous case indeed.