Another! Who can that be I wonder?
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
A small appendix of mine.
Sir LUKE.
How, Madam!
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
You need not be jealous, Sir Luke—taste that tart Mrs. Simper—it is only my husband the Serjeant.—Ha! ha! ha!—Betty makes them herself.
Mrs. SIMPER.
Oh! you abominable creature! How could such a thought come into your head?
Sir LUKE.