Lord. O, yes, I've breakfasted—I think so—but upon my word these things are very hard to remember.

Sir Luke. They are indeed, my Lord—and I wish all my family wou'd entirely forget them.

Lord. What did your Ladyship say was o'clock?

Lady. Exactly twelve, my Lord.

Lord. Bless me! I ought to have been some where else then—an absolute engagement.—I have broke my word—a positive appointment.

Lady. Shall I send a servant?

Lord. No, no, no, no—by no means—it can't be helped now—and they know my unfortunate failing—besides, I'll beg their pardon, and I trust that will be ample satisfaction.

Lady. You are very good, my Lord, not to leave us.

Lord. I cou'd not think of leaving you so soon, Madam—the happiness I enjoy here is such

Sir Luke. And very likely were your Lordship to go away now, you might never recollect to come again.