Vin. Prithee do not asperse my neighbourhood with your acquaintance; 'twould bring a scandal upon an alley.
Ran. Nay, I do not know her; therefore I come to you.
Vin. 'Twas no wonder she turned you out of doors, then; and if she had known you, 'twould have been a wonder she had let you stay. But where does she live?
Ran. Five doors off, on the right hand.
Vin. Pish! pish!—
Ran. What's the matter?
Vin. Does she live there, do you say?
Ran. Yes; I observed them exactly, that my account from you might be exact. Do you know who lives there?
Vin. Yes, so well, that I know you are mistaken.