salt duties; and calculations.—O lud, lud! What a power of trouble he does give himself! Poor man! poor man! (Exit in a hurry, calling out as she goes.) I just stay'd behind, Sir, to stir the fire for you.
SCENE II. A room in the inn. Enter Mrs. Beaumont and Landlady, by different sides.
Land. La, madam! here be the great Lord, Lady Sarah Seabright's brother, who wants to see you.
Mrs. B. Wants to see me? how comes this great condescension?
Land. I reckon, madam, that some misfortune has befallen him, and that makes some folks wonderfully well bred. I was just standing at the door, a few minutes ago, and thinking, to be sure, nothing at all of the matter, when who should I see drive past but my Lord, just turning the corner as he used to do to Sir Anthony's gate. Well, I thinks no more of the matter, when in a trice by comes that saucy-looking gentleman of his, that turns up his nose at my ale, and puts a letter into his lord's hand; upon which, after he had read it, he desired his postillions to turn round and set him down here. I'm as sure as I am a living woman that something has happen'd, for he came into the house with a face as white as my apron.
Mrs. B. And wants to see me?
Land. Yes, madam; he ask'd first of all for Mr. Beaumont, and finding he was walk'd out, he ask'd next for you.
