And, Betty, order the fellow to let nobody in but Sir Luke.
BETTY.
Madam, I shall take care.
[Exit.
Mrs. CIRCUIT sits down.
The ballot must be over by this time. Sure there is nothing so dreadful as a state of suspence: but should they black ball me!—No, there's no danger of that; miss Mattadore has insur'd me success.—Well, this is certainly one of the most useful institutions; it positively supplies the only point of time one does not know how to employ. From twelve, the hour of one's rising, to dinner, is a most horrible chasm; for though teizing the mercers and milliners by tumbling their wares, is now and then an entertaining amusement, yet upon repetition it palls.—But every morning to be sure of a party, and then again at night after a rout, to have a place to retire to; to be quite freed from all pain of providing; not to be pester'd at table with the odious company of clients, and country cousins; for I am determin'd to dine, and sup at the club, every day. I can tell 'em, they'll have but very few forfeits from me.
Enter Betty, in haste, with a Letter.
BETTY.
By a chairman, Madam, from the Thatch'd House.
Mrs. CIRCUIT.