Miss. Nay, let him go; I promise him we won't tear his clothes to hold him.
Lady Smart. I suppose, colonel, we keep you from better company, I mean only as to myself.
Col. Madam, I am all obedience.
Colonel sits down.
Lady Smart. Lord, miss, how can you drink your tea so hot? sure your mouth's pav'd.
How do you like this tea, colonel?
Col. Well enough, madam; but methinks it is a little more-ish.
Lady Smart. O! colonel! I understand you. Betty, bring the canister: I have but very little of this tea left; but I don't love to make two wants of one; want when I have it, and want when I have it not. He, he, he, he.
Lady Answ. [To the maid.] Why, sure, Betty, you are bewitched, the cream is burnt too.
Betty. Why, madam, the bishop has set his foot in it.
Lady Smart. Go, run girl, and warm some fresh cream.
Betty. Indeed, madam, there's none left; for the cat has eaten it all.
Lady Smart. I doubt it was a cat with two legs.
Miss. Colonel, don't you love bread and butter with your tea?
Col. Yes, in a morning, miss: for they say, butter is gold in a morning, silver at noon, but it is lead at night.
Neverout. Miss, the weather is so hot, that my butter melts on my bread.
