Miss. Why, indeed, madam, I was hunch'd up in a hackney coach with three country acquaintance, who called upon me to take the air as far as Highgate.
Lady Smart. And had you a pleasant airing?
Miss. No, madam; it rained all the time; I was jolted to death; and the road was so bad, that I scream'd every moment, and called to the coachman, Pray, friend, don't spill us.
Neverout. So, miss, you were afraid, that pride, wou'd have a fall.
Miss. Mr. Neverout, when I want a fool, I'll send for you.
Ld. Sparkish. Miss, did'n't your left ear burn last night?
Miss. Pray why, my lord?
Ld. Sparkish. Because I was then in some company where you were extoll'd to the skies, I assure you.
Miss. My lord, that was more their goodness than my desert.
Ld. Sparkish. They said, that you were a complete beauty.
Miss. My lord, I am as God made me.
Lady Smart. The girl's well enough, if she had but another nose.
Miss. O! madam, I know I shall always have your good word; you love to help a lame dog over the stile.
One knocks.
Lady Smart. Who's there? you're on the wrong side of the door; come in, if you be fat.
