Nov. Heel and elbow! ha! ha! And there's my Lady Betty, you know—
Oliv. As sluttish and slatternly as an Irish woman bred in France.
L. Plau. Ah! all she has hangs with a loose air, indeed, and becoming negligence.
Eliza. You see all faults with lovers' eyes, I find, my lord.
L. Plau. Ah, madam, your most obliged, faithful, humble servant to command! But you can say nothing sure against the superfine mistress—
Oliv. I know who you mean. She is as censorious and detracting a jade as a superannuated sinner.
L. Plau. She has a smart way of raillery, 'tis confessed.
Nov. And then for Mrs. Grideline—
L. Plau. She, I'm sure is—