Cam. Ay, that's something——
Enter Trim.
Trim, have not I seen a young woman sometimes carry Madam d'Epingle's trinkets for her, coming from my Lady Brumpton's?
Trim. Yes, you might have seen such a one; she waits for her now.
Cam. Do you think you could not prevail for me to be dressed in that wench's clothes, and attend your mistress in her stead thither? They'll not dream we should so soon attempt again——
Trim. Yes, I'll engage it.
Cam. Then we'll trust the rest to our good genius. I'll about it instantly—Harriot Lovely——[Exit, kissing the letter.
SCENE II.—Lady Brumpton's Room.
Enter Widow and Tattleaid.
Wid. This was well done of you; be sure you take care of their young ladyships; you shall, I promise you, have a snip in the sale of 'em.