_Man._ Now I recollect, Madam, there is a young woman, in the house, where my Lady _Wronghead_ lodges, that I heard somebody call _Myrtilla_: This letter may be written by her----but how it came directed to me, I confess is a mystery; that before I ever presume to see your Ladyship again, I think myself oblig'd, in Honour to find out. [_Going._ Lady _Grace._ Mr. _Manly_----you are not going? _Man._ 'Tis but to the next street, Madam; I shall be back in ten minutes. Lady _Grace._ Nay! but dinner's just coming up. _Man._ Madam, I can neither eat, nor rest, till I see an end of this affair! Lady _Grace._ But this is so odd! why should any silly curiosity of mine drive you away? _Man._ Since you won't suffer it to be yours, Madam; then it shall be only to satisfy my own curiosity---- [_Exit ~Manly~._ Lady _Grace._ Well----and now, what am I to think of all this? Or suppose an indifferent person had heard every word we have said to one another, what would they have thought on't? Would it have been very absurd to conclude, he is seriously inclined to pass the rest of his life with me?----I hope not----for I am sure, the case is terribly clear on my side! and why may not I, without vanity, suppose my----unaccountable somewhat----has done as much execution upon him?----why----because he never told me so----nay, he has not so much as mentioned the word Love, or ever said one civil thing to my person----well----but he has said a thousand to my good opinion, and has certainly got it----had he spoke first to my person, he had paid a very ill compliment to my understanding----I should have thought him impertinent, and never have troubled my head about him; but as he has manag'd the matter, at least I am sure of one thing; that let his thoughts be what they will, I shall never trouble my head about any other man, as long as I live. _Enter Mrs. ~Trusty~._ Well, Mrs. _Trusty_, is my sister dress'd yet? _Trusty._ Yes, Madam, but my Lord has been courting her so, I think, 'till they are both out of humour. Lady _Grace._ How so? _Trusty._ Why, it begun, Madam, with his Lordship's desiring her Ladyship to dine at home to-day----upon which my Lady said she could not be ready; upon that, my Lord order'd them to stay the dinner, and then my Lady order'd the coach; then my Lord took her short, and said, he had order'd the coachman to set up: Then my Lady made him a great curt'sy, and said, she would wait 'till his Lordship's horses had din'd, and was mighty pleasant: But for fear of the worst, Madam, she whisper'd me----to get her chair ready. [_Exit ~Trusty~._ Lady _Grace._ O! here they come; and, by their looks, seem a little unfit for company. [_Exit Lady ~Grace~._