"Sir B. No, no, he suspects nothing as yet.
"Mar. For, within these few days, I almost believed that he suspects me.
"Sir B. Never fear, he does not love well enough to be quick sighted; for just now he taxed me with eloping with his sister.
"Mar. Well, we had now best join the company.
"[Exeunt.]
"Cler. So, now—who can ever have faith in woman! D—d deceitful wanton! why did she not fairly tell me that she was weary of my addresses? that, woman-like, her mind was changed, and another fool succeeded.
"Enter LADY SNEERWELL.
"Lady S. Clerimont, why do you leave us? Think of my losing this hand. (Cler. She has no heart)—five mate—(Cler. Deceitful wanton!) spadille.
"Cler. Oh yes, ma'am—'twas very hard.
"Lady S. But you seem disturbed; and where are Maria and Sir Benjamin? I vow I shall be jealous of Sir Benjamin.