L. Flip. Go, go, I take that kind of jealousy worst of all, to suspect I would be debauched to beastly matrimony.—But who are those gentlemen, pray? are they men of fortunes, Mrs. Joyner?
Mrs. Joyn. I believe so.
L. Flip. Do you believe so, indeed?—Gentlemen—[Advancing towards Ranger and Vincent.
Ran. If the civility we owe to ladies had not controlled our envy to Mr. Dapperwit, we had interrupted ere this your private conversation.
L. Flip. Your interruption, sir, had been most civil and obliging;—for our discourse was of marriage.
Ran. That is a subject, madam, as grateful as common.
L. Flip. O fy, fy! are you of that opinion too? I cannot suffer any to talk of it in my company.
Ran. Are you married then, madam?
L. Flip. No, certainly.