Miss. What if he had been young, and she old?
Neverout. Why, miss, that would have been a match of the devil's making; but when both are young that's a match of God's making.
Miss searching her pockets for a thimble, brings out a nutmeg.
Neverout. O, miss, have a care; for if you carry a nutmeg in your pocket, you'll certainly be married to an old man.
Miss. Well, and if I ever be married, it shall be to an old man; they always make the best husbands; and it is better to be an old man's darling, than a young man's warling.
Neverout. Faith, miss, if you speak as you think, I'll give you my mother for a maid.
Lady Smart rings the bell.
Footman comes in.
Lady Smart. Harkee, you fellow; run to my lady Match, and desire she will remember to be here at six, to play at quadrille: d'ye hear, if you fall by the way, don't stay to get up again.
Footman. Madam, I don't know the house.
Lady Smart. That's not for want of ignorarce; follow your nose; go, inquire among the servants.
Footman goes out, and leaves the door open.
Lady Smart. Here, come back, you fellow; why did you leave the door open? Remember, that a good servant must always come when he's call'd, do what he's bid, and shut the door after him.
