Bev. How, madam! why if a woman of your sense were to say this in a drawing-room——
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Sir, here's Signor Carbonelli[129] says he waits your commands in the next room.
Bev. Apropos! you were saying yesterday, madam, you had a mind to hear him. Will you give him leave to entertain you now?
Ind. By all means; desire the gentleman to walk in. [Exit Servant.
Bev. I fancy you will find something in this hand that is uncommon.
Ind. You are always finding ways, Mr. Bevil, to make life seem less tedious to me.
Enter Music Master.
When the gentleman pleases.
[After a Sonata is played, Bevil waits on the Master to the door, etc.]