O _Manly_! I thought we had lost you. _Man._ I ask pardon, my Lord; but I have been oblig'd to look a little after my country family. Lord _Town._ Well, pray, what have you done with them? _Man._ They are all in the house here, among the masks, my Lord; if your Lordship has curiosity enough, to step into a lower apartment, in three minutes I'll give you an ample account of them. Lord _Town._ O! by all means: we'll wait upon you. [_The scene shuts upon the masks to smaller apartments._ _~Manly~ re-enters with Sir ~Francis Wronghead~._ Sir _Fran._ Well, cousin, you have made my very hair stand on an end! Waunds! if what you tell me be true, I'll stuff my whole family into a stage-coach, and trundle them into the country on _Monday_ morning. _Man._ Stick to that, Sir, and we may yet find a way to redeem all: in the mean time, place yourself behind this screen, and for the truth of what I have told you take the evidence of your own senses: but be sure you keep close till I give you the signal. Sir _Fran._ Sir! I'll warrant you----Ah! my Lady, my Lady _Wronghead!_ What a bitter business have you drawn me into! _Man._ Hush! to your post; here comes one couple already. _Sir ~Francis~ retires behind the screen._ [_Exit ~Manly~._ _Enter ~Myrtilla~ with Squire ~Richard~._ Squ. _Rich._ What! is this the doctor's chamber? _Myr._ Yes, yes, speak softly. Squ. _Rich._ Well, but where is he? _Myr._ He'll be ready for us presently, but he says he can't do us the good turn, without witnesses: so, when the Count and your sister come, you know he and you may be fathers for one another. Squ. _Rich._ Well, well, tit for tat! ay, ay, that will be friendly. _Myr._ And see! here they come. _Enter Count ~Basset~, and Miss ~Jenny~._ Count _Bas._ So, so, here's your brother, and his bride, before us, my dear. _Jenny._ Well, I vow my heart's at my mouth still! I thought I should never have got rid of Mama! but while she stood gaping on the dance, I gave her the slip! Lawd! do but feel how it beats here. Count _Bas._ O the pretty flutterer! I protest, my dear, you have put mine into the same palpitation! _Jenny._ Ah! you say so----but let's see now----O lud! I vow it thumps purely--well, well, I see it will do, and so where's the parson? Count _Bas._ Mrs. _Myrtilla_, will you be so good as to see if the doctor's ready for us? _Myr._ He only staid for you, Sir: I'll fetch him immediately. [_Exit ~Myrtilla~._ _Jenny._ Pray, Sir, am not I to take place of Mama, when I am a countess? Count _Bas._ No doubt on't, my dear. _Jenny._ O lud how her back will be up then, when she meets me at an assembly! or you and I in our coach and six, at _Hyde-Park_ together! Count _Bas._ Ay, or when she hears the box-keepers, at an Opera, call out--_The Countess of_ Basset's _servants_!