CIBBER (meeting Sir Charles at C. L.). Your arm, Sir Charles.
POM. At your service, Mr. Cibber.
[Exeunt Pomander and Cibber U. E. L.
SNARL. A pleasant party, Mr. Soaper.
SOAPER. Remarkably. Such a delightful meeting of husband and wife, Mr. Snarl!
[Exeunt L. C.
[Music ceases.
MABEL. How kind they all are to me, except him whose kindness alone I value, and he must take Lady Betty’s hand instead of mine; but that is good breeding I suppose. I wish there was no such thing as good breeding in London, any more than in Huntingdonshire.
COLANDER (without, angrily, C. L.) I tell you Mr. Vane is not at home.
MABEL. What is the matter?