Col. Yes; I suppose her Ladyship plays sometimes for an Egg at Easter.
Neverout. Ay; and a Kiss at Christmas.
Lady Answ. Come, Mr. Neverout; hold your Tongue, and mind your Knitting.
Neverout. With all my Heart; kiss my Wife, and welcome.
[The Colonel, Mr. Neverout, Lady Smart and Miss go to Quadrille, and sit till Three in the Morning.
[They rise from Cards.]
Lady Smart. Well, Miss, you’ll have a sad Husband, you have such good Luck at Cards.
Neverout. Indeed, Miss, you dealt me sad Cards; if you deal so ill by your Friends, what will you do with your Enemies?
Lady Answ. I’m sure ’tis time for honest Folks to be a-bed.