[——A Puff of Smoke comes down the Chimney.——
Lady Answ. Lord, Madam, Does your Ladyship’s Chimney smoke?
Col. No, Madam; but they say, Smoke always pursues the Fair, and your Ladyship sat nearest.
Lady Smart. Madam, Do you love Bohea Tea?
Lady Answ. Why, Madam, I must confess I do love it; but it does not love me.
Miss. [to Lady Smart.] Indeed, Madam, your Ladyship is very sparing of your Tea: I protest, the last I took, was no more than Water bewitch’d.
Col. Pray, Miss, if I may be so bold, What Lover gave you that fine Etuy?
Miss. Don’t you know? then keep Counsel.
Lady Answ. I’ll tell you, Colonel, who gave it her; it was the best Lover she will ever have while she lives; her own dear Papa.