LADY TEAZLE. I am surprised Mr. Surface should sit down her—I thought He would have embraced this opportunity of speaking to me before Sir Peter came—[Aside.]
MRS. CANDOUR. Now, I'll die but you are so scandalous I'll forswear your society.
LADY TEAZLE. What's the matter, Mrs. Candour?
MRS. CANDOUR. They'll not allow our friend Miss Vermillion to be handsome.
LADY SNEERWELL. Oh, surely she is a pretty woman. . . .
[CRABTREE.] I am very glad you think so ma'am.
MRS. CANDOUR. She has a charming fresh Colour.
CRABTREE. Yes when it is fresh put on—
LADY TEAZLE. O fie! I'll swear her colour is natural—I have seen it come and go—
CRABTREE. I dare swear you have, ma'am: it goes of a Night, and comes again in the morning.