Lady _Grace._ When my intreaties had prevail'd upon my Lord, not to make a story for the town, by so public a violence, as shutting her at once out of his doors; he order'd the next apartment to my lady's to be made ready for him----while that was doing----I try'd by all the little arts I was mistress of, to amuse him into temper; in short, a silent grief was all I could reduce him to----on this, we took our leaves, and parted to our repose: what his was, I imagine by my own: for I ne'er clos'd my eyes. About five, as I told you, I heard my lady at the door; so I slipt on a gown, and sat almost an hour with her in her own chamber. _Man._ What said she, when she did not find my Lord there? Lady _Grace._ O! so far from being shock'd or alarm'd at it; that she blest the occasion! and said that in her condition, the chat of a female friend was far preferable to the best husband's company in the world. _Man._ Where has she spirits to support so much insensibility? Lady _Grace._ Nay! it's incredible! for though she had lost every shilling she had in the world, and stretch'd her credit ev'n to breaking; she rallied her own follies with such vivacity, and painted the penance, she knows she must undergo for them, in such ridiculous lights, that had not my concern for a brother been too strong for her wit, she had a'most disarm'd my anger. _Man._ Her mind may have another cast by this time: the most flagrant dispositions have their hours of anguish; which their pride conceals from company; but pray, Madam, how could she avoid coming down to dine? Lady _Grace._ O! she took care of that before she went to bed; by ordering her woman, whenever she was ask'd for, to say, she was not well. _Man._ You have seen her since she was up, I presume? Lady _Grace._ Up! I question whether she be awake yet. _Man._ Terrible! What a figure does she make now! That nature should throw away so much beauty upon a creature, to make such a slatternly use of it! Lady _Grace._ O fy! there is not a more elegant beauty in town, when she's drest. _Man._ In my eye, Madam, she that's early drest, has ten times her elegance. Lady _Grace._ But she won't be long now, I believe: for I think I see her chocolate going up----Mrs. _Trusty_,--a hem! _Mrs. ~Trusty~ comes to the door._ _Man._ [_Aside._] Five o'clock in the afternoon, for a lady of quality's breakfast, is an elegant hour indeed! which to shew her more polite way of living too, I presume, she eats in her bed. Lady _Grace._ [_To Mrs. ~Trusty~._] And when she is up, I would be glad she would let me come to her toilet--That's all, Mrs. _Trusty_. _Trusty._ I will be sure to let her ladyship know, Madam. [_Exit Mrs. ~Trusty~._ _Enter a Servant._ _Serv._ Sir _Francis Wronghead_, Sir, desires to speak with you. _Man._ He comes unseasonably----what shall I do with him!