Ld. Sparkish. Pray, Madam, what did Thought do?
Lady Answ. Well, for my Life, I cannot conceive what your Lordship means.
Ld. Sparkish. Indeed, Madam, I meant no Harm.
Lady Smart. No, to be sure, my Lord! you are as innocent as a Devil of Two Years old.
Neverout. Madam, they say, ill Doers are ill Deemers: but I don’t apply it to your Ladyship.
[Miss mending a Hole in her Lace.
Miss. Well, you see, I’m mending; I hope I shall be good in time; look, Lady Answerall, is not it well mended?
Lady Answ. Ay, this is something like a Tansy.
Neverout. Faith, Miss, you have mended it, as a Tinker mends a Kettle; stop one Hole, and make two.