Enter Servant.
Servant. Miss Airy is waiting in her carriage, madam.
Harriet. Admit her. [Exit Servant.] She is the only one I wish to see this morning.
Enter Maria.
Maria. My dear Harriet, I am rejoic'd to find you at home;—I this minute heard something, which I knew would make you happy; and that, I trust, is a good excuse for troubling you twice a day with my company.
Harriet. You wrong my friendship, Maria, if you think you can oblige me too often with your desirable company; 'tis true I was wishing for a little cessation of that torrent of formal visitors which is pouring in from morning till night; but far be it from Harriet to reckon her Maria among that number.
Maria. You are very good, my dear; but you must give me leave to be a little jealous that I am not the only one who is favoured with such a preference.
Harriet. Indeed, I do not know any one I have a particular desire to see this morning, except yourself.
Maria. You forget Mr. Loveyet, when you say so.
Harriet. Poh! I am not talking of men.