[Taking books from under her cloak, and from her pockets.]
This is The Gordian Knot, and this Peregrine Pickle. Here are The Tears of Sensibility, and Humphrey Clinker. This is The Memoirs of a Lady of Quality, written by herself, and here the second volume of The Sentimental Journey.
LYDIA. Heigh-ho!—What are those books by the glass?
LUCY. The great one is only The Whole Duty of Man, where I press a few blonds, ma'am.
... O Lud! ma'am, they are both coming upstairs....
LYDIA. Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick. Fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilet—throw Roderick Random into the closet—put The Innocent Adultery into The Whole Duty of Man—thrust Lord Aimworth under the sofa—cram Ovid behind the bolster—there—put The Man of Feeling into your pocket—so, so, now lay Mrs. Chapone in sight, and leave Fordyce's Sermons open on the table.
LUCY. Oh, burn it, ma'am, the hairdresser has torn away as far as Proper Pride.
LYDIA. Never mind—open at Sobriety. Fling me Lord Chesterfield's Letters.—Now for 'em.
[Mrs. Malaprop and Sir Anthony Absolute enter and after Lydia has
been ordered to her room—]