Lady _Wrong._ Oh! here's my daughter too. _Enter Miss ~Jenny~._ Squ. _Rich._ Honour'd Gudfeyther! I crave leave to ask your blessing. _Man._ Thou hast it, Child----and if it will do thee any good, may it be to make thee, at least, as wise a man as thy father. Lady _Wrong._ Miss _Jenny_! don't you see your cousin, Child? _Man._ And for thee, my pretty Dear--[_Salutes her._] may'st thou be, at least, as good a woman as thy mother. _Jenny._ I wish I may ever be so handsome, Sir. _Man._ Hah! Miss Pert! Now that's a thought, that seems to have been hatcht in the girl on this side _Highgate_. [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Her tongue is a little nimble, Sir. Lady _Wrong._ That's only from her country education, Sir _Francis_. You know she has been kept too long there----so I brought her to _London_, Sir, to learn a little more reserve and modesty. _Man._ O, the best place in the world for it--every woman she meets will teach her something of it----There's the good gentlewoman of the house, looks like a knowing person; even she perhaps will be so good as to shew her a little _London_ behaviour. _Moth._ Alas, Sir, Miss won't stand long in need of my instructions. _Man._ That I dare say: What thou can'st teach her, she will soon be Mistress of. [_Aside._ _Moth._ If she does, Sir, they shall always be at her service. Lady _Wrong._ Very obliging indeed, Mrs. _Motherly_. Sir _Fran._ Very kind and civil, truly----I think we are got into a mighty good hawse here. _Man._ O yes, and very friendly company. Count _Bas._ Humh! I'gad I don't like his looks----he seems a little smoky----I believe I had as good brush off----If I stay, I don't know but he may ask me some odd questions. _Man._ Well, Sir, I believe you and I do but hinder the family---- Count _Bas._ It's very true, Sir--I was just thinking of going----He don't care to leave me, I see: But it's no matter, we have time enough. [_Aside._] And so Ladies, without ceremony, your humble Servant. [_Exit Count ~Basset~, and drops a Letter._ Lady _Wrong._ Ha! what Paper's this? Some Billet-doux I'll lay my life, but this is no place to examine it. [_Puts it in her Pocket._ Sir _Fran._ Why in such haste, Cousin? _Man._ O! my Lady must have a great many affairs upon her hands, after such a journey. Lady _Wrong._ I believe, Sir, I shall not have much less every day, while I stay in this town, of one sort or other. _Man._ Why truly, Ladies seldom want employment here, Madam. _Jenny._ And Mamma did not come to it to be idle, Sir. _Man._ Nor you neither, I dare say, my young Mistress. _Jenny._ I hope not, Sir. _Man._ Ha! Miss Mettle!----Where are you going Sir? Sir _Fran._ Only to see you to the door, Sir.