Miss. Poh! I know that already; tell me News.
[——Somebody knocks at the Door.—— Footman comes in.
Footman. [to Col.] An please your Honour, there’s a Man below wants to speak to you.
Col. Ladies, your Pardon for a Minute.
[Col. goes out.
Lady Smart. Miss, I sent yesterday to know how you did, but you were gone abroad early.
Miss. Why, indeed, Madam, I was hunch’d up in a Hackney-Coach with Three Country Acquaintance, who call’d upon me to take the Air as far as Highgate.
Lady Smart. And had you a pleasant Airing?
Miss. No, Madam; it rain’d all the Time; I was jolted to Death, and the Road was so bad, that I scream’d every Moment, and call’d to the Coachman, Pray, Friend, don’t spill us.
Neverout. So, Miss, you were afraid, that Pride wou’d have a Fall.