Lord _Town._ No matter--it's three o'clock--she may break my rest, but she shall not alter my hours. Lady _Grace._ Nay, you need not fear that now, for she dines abroad. Lord _Town._ That, I suppose, is only an excuse for her not being ready yet. Lady _Grace._ No, upon my word, she is engaged to company. Lord _Town._ Where, pray? Lady _Grace._ At my Lady _Revel_'s; and you know they never dine 'till supper-time. Lord _Town._ No truly----she is one of those orderly Ladies, who never let the sun shine upon any of their vices!----But pr'ythee, Sister, what humour is she in to-day? Lady _Grace._ O! in tip-top spirits, I can assure you----she won a good deal, last night. Lord _Town._ I know no difference between her winning or losing, while she continues her course of life. Lady _Grace._ However she is better in good Humour, than bad. Lord _Town._ Much alike: When she is in good humour, other people only are the better for it: When in a very ill humour, then, indeed, I seldom fail to have my share of her. Lady _Grace._ Well, we won't talk of that now----Does any body dine here? Lord _Town._ _Manly_ promis'd me--by the way, Madam, what do you think of his last conversation? Lady _Grace._----I am a little at a stand about it. Lord _Town._ How so? Lady _Grace._ Why----I don't know how he can ever have any thoughts of me, that could lay down such severe rules upon wives, in my hearing. Lord _Town._ Did you think his rules unreasonable? Lady _Grace._ I can't say I did: But he might have had a little more complaisance before me, at least. Lord _Town._ Complaisance is only a proof of good breeding: But his plainness was a certain proof of his honesty; nay, of his good opinion of you: For he would never have open'd himself so freely, but in confidence that your good sense could not be disobliged at it. Lady _Grace._ My good opinion of him, Brother, has hitherto been guided by yours: But I have receiv'd a letter this morning that shews him a very different Man from what I thought him. Lord _Town._ A letter from whom? Lady _Grace._ That I don't know, but there it is. [_Gives a Letter._ Lord _Town._ Pray let's see. [_Reads._ _The Inclos'd, Madam, fell accidentally into my hands; if it no way concerns you, you will only have the trouble of reading this, from your sincere Friend and humble Servant, Unknown_, &c. Lady _Grace._ And this was the inclos'd. [_Giving another._ Lord _Town._ [_Reads._] _To ~Charles Manly~, Esq._ _Your manner of living with me of late, convinces me, that I now grow as painful to you, as to myself: but however, though you can love me no longer, I hope you will not let me live worse than I did, before I left an honest Income, for the vain Hopes of being ever Yours._