Sally. O dear ’art, yes, miss; ’tis the pleasantest Harbour on Hearth. Be pleased to lean on my Harm, and you’ll soon be there.
Miss B. (going). Then tell my woman she need not come to me, and let nobody interude on me—do you ’ear? (Aside.) Oh, what will become of me? and the Talbots will soon know it! And the ponies, and the curricle, and the vis-à-vis—what will become of them? and how shall I make my appearance at the Montem, or any ware else?
SCENE II.
Lord John—Wheeler—Bursal.
Wheeler. Well, but my lord—Well, but Bursal—though my Lady Piercefield—though Miss Bursal is come to Salt Hill, you won’t leave us all at sixes and sevens. What can we do without you?
Lord J. You can do very well without me.
Bursal. You can do very well without me.
Wheel. (to Burs.). Impossible!—impossible! You know Mr. Finsbury will be here just now, with the dresses; and we have to try them on.
Burs. And to pay for them.
Wheel. And to settle about the procession. And then, my lord, the election is to come on this evening. You won’t go till that’s over, as your lordship has promised me your lordship’s vote and interest.