LADY SHREWDLY (who has been frowning and making faces to him behindLord Worrymore's back, but in vain.)
Out upon thee, Frank, for a very spiteful creature! Thou hast paid thy devoirs to her, I dare say, and she has scorned such a stripling as thou wert at that time,
BLOUNT.
My devoirs, to a dull formal prude, who spoke two words in half a day, and those uttered as slowly and deliberately as if she were reading them from the spelling-book!
LADY SHREWDLY.
We must be at cross purposes now, surely; we are not speaking of the same lady.
LORD WORRYMORE.
Don't mind it, Lady Shrewdly; it is clearly a mistake, and is of no consequence whatever.—I wish you good morning. Good morning, Sir.[Exit.
