Oliv. One that never spoke ill of anybody, 'tis confessed. For she is as silent in conversation as a country lover, and no better company than a clock, or a weather-glass: for if she sounds, 'tis but once an hour to put you in mind of the time of day, or to tell you 'twill be cold or hot, rain or snow.
L. Plau. Ah, poor creature! she's extremely good and modest.
Nov. And for Mrs. Bridlechin, she's—
Oliv. As proud as a churchman's wife.
L. Plau. She's a woman of great spirit and honour, and will not make herself cheap, 'tis true.
Nov. Then Mrs. Hoyden, that calls all people by their surnames, and is—
Oliv. As familiar a duck—
Nov. As an actress in the tiring room. There I was once beforehand with you, madam.
L. Plau. Mrs. Hoyden! a poor, affable, good-natured soul. But the divine Mrs. Trifle comes thither too. Sure her beauty, virtue, and conduct, you can say nothing to.
Oliv. No!