Marpl. If I miscarry 'tis none of my Fault, I follow my Instructions.
Cha. Yes, witness the Merchant's Wife.
Marpl. Pish, Pox, that was an Accident.
Sir Geo. What was it, prithee?
Ch. Why, you must know, I had lent a certain Merchant my hunting Horses, and was to have met his Wife in his Absence: Sending him along with my Groom to make the Complement, and to deliver a Letter to the Lady at the same time; what does he do, but gives the Husband the Letter, and offers her the Horses.
Marpl. I remember you was even with me, for you deny'd the Letter to be yours, and swore I had a design upon her, which my Bones paid for.
Cha. Come, Sir George, let's walk round, if you are not ingag'd, for I have sent my Man upon a little earnest Business, and have order'd him to bring me the Answer into the Park.
Marpl. Business, and I not know it, Egad I'll watch him.
Sir Geo. I must beg your Pardon, Charles, I am to meet your Father here.
Ch. My Father!