noon of his days, is a singular taste for a young and gay woman.
MISS MARTIN.
Perhaps it is so: but unluckily it is one to which I make not the smallest pretensions. I love the amusements of town to a folly; retirement is irksome to me; and I hate a capricious old——(stopping short as if shocked at herself, with great embarrassment.)
LADY GOODBODY(very angrily).
Miss Martin: how can you be so perverse!
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Pray, my dear madam, let us not fall out about this foolish jest which we have kept up too long. Here comes a strange original old fellow who is in the custom of amusing us a little after dinner, but he forgets that there are ladies with us at present.
LADY GOODBODY.
Pray let him come, we shall be glad to hear him talk a little.
