TATT. Oh, inhuman! You don’t expect their names?
SCAN. No, their titles shall serve.
TATT. Alas, that’s the same thing. Pray spare me their titles. I’ll describe their persons.
SCAN. Well, begin then; but take notice, if you are so ill a painter that I cannot know the person by your picture of her, you must be condemned, like other bad painters, to write the name at the bottom.
TATT. Well, first then—
SCENE XIV.
[To them] Mrs. Frail.
TATT. Oh, unfortunate! She’s come already; will you have patience till another time? I’ll double the number.
SCAN. Well, on that condition. Take heed you don’t fail me.
MRS. FRAIL. I shall get a fine reputation by coming to see fellows in a morning. Scandal, you devil, are you here too? Oh, Mr. Tattle, everything is safe with you, we know.