_Mrs. Cler._ Mr. Gubbin, I am extremely pleased with your suit; 'tis antique, and originally from France. _Hump._ It is always locked up, madam, when I'm in the country. My father prizes it mightily. _Mrs. Cler._ 'Twould make a very pretty dancing suit in a masque. Oh! Captain Clerimont, I have a quarrel with you. _Enter_ SERVANT. _Ser._ Madam, your ladyship's husband desires to know whether you see company to-day or not? _Mrs. Cler._ Who, you clown? _Ser._ Mr. Clerimont, madam. _Mrs. Cler._ He may come in. _Enter_ CLERIMONT, SEN. _Mrs. Cler._ Your very humble servant. _Cler. Sen._ I am going to take the air this morning in my coach, and did myself the honour, before I went, to receive your commands, finding you saw company. _Mrs. Cler._ At any time when you know I do, you may let me see you. Pray, how did you sleep last night?--If I had not asked him that question they might have thought we lay together. [_Aside. Here_ FAINLOVE, _looking through a perspective, bows to_ CLERIMONT, SEN.]--But captain, I have a quarrel with you--I have utterly forgot those three coupees[93] you promised to come again and show me. _Cler. Sen._ Then, madam, you have no commands this morning? _Mrs. Cler._ Your humble servant, sir--But, oh! [_As she is going to be led by the Captain._] Have you signed that mortgage to pay off my Lady Faddle's winnings at ombre? _Cler. Sen._ Yes, madam. _Mrs. Cler._ Then all's well; my honour's safe. [_Exit_ CLERIMONT, SEN.] Come, captain, lead me this step, for I'm apt to make a false one; you shall show me. _Cler._ I'll show you, madam; 'tis no matter for a fiddle; I'll give you 'em the French way, in a teaching tune. Pray, more quick--Oh, mademoiselle, que faites-vous?--A moi--There again--Now slide, as it were, with and without measure--There you outdid the gipsy; and you have all the smiles of the dance to a tittle. _Mrs. Cler._ Why, truly, I think that the greatest part. I have seen an English woman dance a jig with the severity of a vestal virgin. _Hump._ If this be French dancing and singing, I fancy I could do it. Haw! haw! [_Capers aside._ _Mrs. Cler._ I protest, Mr. Gubbin, you have almost the step, without any of our country bashfulness. Give me your hand. Haw! haw! So, so; a little quicker. That's right, haw!--Captain, your brother delivered this spark to me, to be diverted here till he calls for him. [_Exit_ CLERIMONT. _Hump._ This cutting so high makes one's money jingle confoundedly. I'm resolved I'll never carry above one pocketful hereafter. _Mrs. Cler._ You do it very readily; you amaze me. _Hump._ Are the gentlemen in France generally so well bred as we are in England? Are they, madam, ha?--But, young gentleman, when shall I see this sister? Haw! haw! haw! Is not the higher one jumps the better? _Fain._ She'll be mightily taken with you, I'm sure. One would not think 'twas in you--you're so gay, and dance so very high.