Lady _Wrong._ Cousin! your servant; I hope you will pardon my rudeness: but we have really been in such a continual hurry here, that we have not had a leisure moment to return your last visit. _Man._ O Madam! I am a man of no ceremony; you see that has not hindered my coming again. Lady _Wrong._ You are infinitely obliging; but I'll redeem my credit with you. _Man._ At your own time, Madam. Count _Bas._ I must say that for Mr. _Manly_, madam; if making people easy is the rule of good-breeding, he is certainly the best bred man in the world. _Man._ Soh! I am not to drop my acquaintance, I find--[_Aside._] I am afraid, Sir, I shall grow vain upon your good opinion. Count _Bas._ I don't know that, Sir; but I am sure, what you are pleas'd to say, makes me so. _Man._ The most impudent modesty that ever I met with. [_Aside._ Lady _Wrong._ Lard! how ready his wit is? [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Don't you think, Sir, the Count's } a very fine gentleman? } } _Man._ O! among the ladies, certainly. } } Sir _Fran._ And yet he's as stout as a lion: } _Apart._ waund, he'll storm any thing. } } _Man._ Will he so? Why then, Sir, take } care of your citadel. } } Sir _Fran._ Ah! you are wag, cousin. } _Man._ I hope, Ladies, the town air continues to agree with you? _Jenny._ O! perfectly well, Sir! We have been abroad in our new coach all day long----and we have bought an ocean of fine things. And to-morrow we go to the masquerade! and on Friday to the play! and on Saturday to the opera! and on Sunday we are to be at what d'ye call it--assembly, and see the ladies play at quadrille, and piquet and ombre, and hazard, and basset, and on _Monday_, we are to see the King! and so on _Tuesday_---- Lady _Wrong._ Hold, hold, Miss! you must not let your tongue run so fast, child----you forgot! you know I brought you hither to learn modesty. _Man._ Yes, yes! and she is improved with a vengeance-- [_Aside._ _Jenny._ Lawrd! Mama, I am sure I did not say any harm! and if one must not speak in ones turn, one may be kept under as long as one lives, for ought I see. Lady _Wrong._ O! my conscience, this girl grows so headstrong---- Sir _Fran._ Ay, ay, there's your fine growing spirit for you! Now tack it dawn, an' you can. _Jenny._ All I said, Papa, was only to entertain my cousin _Manly_. _Man._ My pretty dear, I am mightily obliged to you. _Jenny._ Look you there now, Madam. Lady _Wrong._ Hold your tongue, I say.