Lady Answ. You have made a fine Speech, Colonel: Pray, what will you take for your Mouth-piece?
Ld. Sparkish. Take that, Colonel: But, pray, Madam, was my Lady Snuff there? They say, she is extremely handsome.
Lady Smart. They must not see with my Eyes, that think so.
Neverout. She may pass Muster well enough.
Lady Answ. Pray, how old do you take her to be?
Col. Why, about Five or Six and Twenty.
Miss. I swear, she’s no Chicken; she’s on the wrong Side of Thirty, if she be a Day.
Lady Answ. Depend upon it, she’ll never see Five and Thirty, and a Bit to spare.
Col. Why, they say, she’s one of the chief Toasts in Town.