My obedient servant! Thy obedience shall ever be as voluntary as now--ten thousand thousand kisses on thee, thou dear paper. Look you, my lord, what a pretty hand it is? _Ld. H._ Why, Tom, thou dost not give me leave to see it. You snatch it to your mouth so, you'll stifle the poor lady. _Cam._ Look you, my lord, all along the lines here went the pen; and through them white intervals her snowy fingers. Do you see, this is her name? _Ld. H._ Nay, there's Lady Sharlot's name, too, in the midst of the letter. Why, you'll not be so unconscionable; you're so greedy, you'll give me one kiss sure? _Cam._ Well, you shall; but you're so eager. Don't bite me, for you shan't have it in your own hands. There, there, there: Let go my hand. _Ld. H._ What an exquisite pleasure there is in this foolery--but what shall we do? _Cam._ I have a thought; pry'thee, my lord, call Trim. _Ld. H._ Ha, Trim---- _Cam._ Hold, Mr. Trim. You forget his mistress is there. _Ld. H._ Gra'mercy! Dear Will Trim, step in hither. _Cam._ Ay, that's something---- _Enter_ TRIM. Trim, have not I seen a young woman sometimes carry Madam d'Epingle's trinkets for her, coming from my Lady Brumpton's? _Trim._ Yes, you might have seen such a one; she waits for her now. _Cam._ Do you think you could not prevail for me to be dressed in that wench's clothes, and attend your mistress in her stead thither? They'll not dream we should so soon attempt again---- _Trim._ Yes, I'll engage it. _Cam._ Then we'll trust the rest to our good genius. I'll about it instantly--Harriot Lovely----[_Exit, kissing the letter._ SCENE II.--LADY BRUMPTON'S _Room._ _Enter_ WIDOW _and_ TATTLEAID. _Wid._ This was well done of you; be sure you take care of their young ladyships; you shall, I promise you, have a snip in the sale of 'em. _Tat._ I thank your good ladyship. _Wid._ Is that the porter's paper of how d'ye's? _Tat._ Yes, madam, he just sent it up. His general answer is, that you're as well as can be expected in your condition, but that you see nobody. _Wid._ That's right. [_Reading names._] Lady Riggle, Lady Formal--Oh! that Riggle, a pert ogler, an indiscreet silly thing, who is really known by no man, yet for her carriage, justly thought common to all; and as Formal has only the appearance of virtue, so she has only the appearance of vice. What chance, I wonder, put these contradictions to each other into the same coach, as you say they called? Mrs. Frances and Mrs. Winifred Glebe--who are they? _Tat._ They are the country great fortunes have been out of town this whole year; they are those whom your ladyship said upon being very well born took upon 'em to be very ill bred.