JACK.
Break open the seal, and you'll find it.
CHARLOT.
[Opening the letter] "Charles Woodford!"—I am sure I know nothing of him.
JACK.
Ay, but sister you do.
CHARLOT.
How! when, and where?
JACK.
Don't you remember about three weeks ago, when you drank tea at our chambers, there was a young gentleman in a blue sattin waist-coat, who wore his own head of hair?