Man. What, you wonder the fellow could be such a blind coxcomb?
Ver. Yes, yes—
Nov. [Looking in again.] Nay, prithee, come to us, Manly. Gad, all the fine things one says in their company, are lost without thee.
Man. Away, fop! I'm busy yet. [Novel retires.] You see we cannot talk here at our ease: besides, I must be gone immediately, in order to meeting with Olivia again to-night.
Ver. To-night! it cannot be, sure—
Man. I had an appointment just now from her.
Ver. For what time?
Man. At half an hour after seven precisely.
Ver. Don't you apprehend the husband?