Wid. My suit, if you had not returned—
Man. Damn your suit! how does your cousin Olivia?
Wid. My suit, I say, had been quite lost; but now—
Man. But now, where is Olivia? in town? for—
Wid. For to-morrow we are to have a hearing.
Man. Would you would let me have a hearing to-day!
Wid. But why won't you hear me?
Man. I am no judge, and you talk of nothing but suits; but, pray tell me, when did you see Olivia?
Wid. I am no visitor, but a woman of business; or if I ever visit, 'tis only the Chancery-lane ladies, ladies towards the law; and not any of your lazy, good-for-nothing flirts, who cannot read law-French, though a gallant writ it. But as I was telling you, my suit—