AMANDA.
Whate’er she be, I’m sure he does not like her well enough to bestow anything more than a little outward gallantry upon her.
BERINTHIA.
[Aside.] Outward gallantry! I can’t bear this.—[Aloud.] Come, come, don’t you be too secure, Amanda: while you suffer Townly to imagine that you do not detest him for his designs on you, you have no right to complain that your husband is engaged elsewhere. But here comes the person we were speaking of.
Enter COLONEL TOWNLY.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
Ladies, as I come uninvited, I beg, if I intrude, you will use the same freedom in turning me out again.
AMANDA.
I believe it is near the time Loveless said he would be at home. He talked of accepting Lord Foppington’s invitation to sup at Sir Tunbelly Clumsy’s.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
His lordship has done me the honour to invite me also. If you’ll let me escort you, I’ll let you into a mystery as we go, in which you must play a part when we arrive.
AMANDA.
But we have two hours yet to spare; the carriages are not ordered till eight, and it is not a five minutes’ drive. So, cousin, let us keep the colonel to play at piquet with us, till Mr. Loveless comes home.
BERINTHIA.
As you please, madam; but you know I have a letter to write.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
Madam, you know you may command me, though I am a very wretched gamester.
AMANDA.
Oh, you play well enough to lose your money, and that’s all the ladies require; and so, without any more ceremony, let us go into the next room, and call for cards and candles. [Exeunt.]