Miss. I hear of none.
Lady Smart. Why, the fellow's rich, and I think she was a fool to throw out her dirty water before she got clean.
Lady Answ. Miss, that's a very handsome gown of yours, and finely made; very genteel.
Miss. I am glad your ladyship likes it.
Lady Answ. Your lover will be in raptures; it becomes you admirably.
Miss. Ay; I assure you I won't take it as I have done; if this won't fetch him, the devil fetch him, say I.
Lady Smart. [To lady Answ.] Pray, madam, when did you see sir Peter Muckworm?
Lady Answ. Not this fortnight; I hear he's laid up with the gout.
Lady Smart. What does he do for it?
Lady Answ. I hear he's weary of doctoring it, and now makes use of nothing but patience and flannel.
Miss. Pray how does he and my lady agree?
Lady Answ. You know he loves her as the devil loves holy water.
Miss. They say, she plays deep with sharpers, that cheat her of her money.
Lady Answ. Upon my word, they must rise early that would cheat her of her money; sharp's the word with her; diamonds cut diamonds.
Miss. Well, but I was assured from a good hand, that she lost at one sitting to the tune of a hundred guineas; make money of that.
Lady Smart. Well, but do you hear that Mrs. Plump is brought to bed at last?
Miss. And pray, what has God sent her?
