T. No, no. My constitution—my system.
Fl. What?
T. I’m going mad like the rest of them. I’ve caught it too.
Fl. Don’t talk so; to frighten me, Tristram, like that. What do you mean?
T. Well, we shall make a better pair than two I know.
Fl. I never promised. And what would my lady say? And—oh! I forgot: she sent me to fetch you.
T. My lady?—me?
Fl. Yes, you.
T. She sent for me?
Fl. No sooner was she come in the house, than as she sat looking on the silks, one of her fits took her, and I thought she would faint: when suddenly she got up, and bade me go out and seek for you. See, here she comes.