Madam, votre servante, servante---- _L. Ha._ Well, mademoiselle, did you deliver my letter? _Mad._ Oui. _L. Ha._ Well, and how--is that it in your hand? _Mad._ Oui. _L. Ha._ Well then, why don't you give it me? _Mad._ O fie! lady, dat be so right Englise, de Englise mind only de words of de lovers, but de words of de lovers are often lie, but de action no lie. _L. Ha._ What does the thing mean? Give me my letter. _Mad._ Me did not deliver your letter. _L. Ha._ No? _Mad._ No, me tell you, me did drop it, to see Mr. Campley how cavalier to take it up. As dese me drop it so monsieur run take it up. [_They both run to take it up,_ MAD. _takes it._ _L. Ha._ Will you give me my letter or not? _Mad._ Oui. But dus he do. Dere de letter--very well, very well. O l'amour! You act de manner Mr. Campley--take it up better den I, do' you no see it. [_They both run,_ HARRIOT _gets it._ _L. Ha._ [_Reads._] "MADAM, "I am glad you mentioned what indeed I did not at that time think of, nor if I had, should I have known how to have spoken of. But bless me more than fortune can, by turning those fair eyes upon, madam, "Your most faithful, "Most obedient humble servant, "THO. CAMPLEY." What does he mean? "But bless me more--by turning"--Oh, 'tis he himself [_Looking about observes_ CAM. _smile_]. Oh, the hoyden, the romp, I did not think anything could add to your native confidence, but you look so very bold in that dress, and your arms will fall off, and your petticoats how they hang! _Cam._ Mademoiselle, voulez vous de Salville l'eau d'Hongrie, chez Monsieur Marchand de Montpelier--Dis for your teet [_Showing his trinkets_], de essence, a little book French for teach de elder broders make compliments. Will you, I say, have anything that I have, will you have all I have, madam? _L. Ha._ Yes, and for humour's sake, will never part with this box, while I live, ha! ha! ha! _Cam._ But, Lady Harriot, we must not stand laughing; as you observe in your letter, delays are dangerous in this wicked woman's custody of you; therefore I must, madam, beseech you, and pray stay not on niceties, but be advised. _L. Ha._ Mr. Campley, I have no will but yours. _Cam._ Thou dear creature, but [_Kisses her hand_] harkee then, you must change dresses with mademoiselle, and go with me instantly. _L. Ha._ What you please. _Cam._ Madam d'Epingle, I must desire you to comply with a humour of gallantry of ours--you may be sure I'll have an eye over the treatment you have upon my account--only to change habits with Lady Harriot, and let her go while you stay. _Mad._ Wit all my heart.[28] [_Offers to undress herself._ _L. Ha._ What, before Mr. Campley? _Mad._ Oh, oh--very Anglaise! dat is so Englise, all women of quality in France are dress and undress by a valet de chambre; de man chamber-maid help complexion better den de woman. [_Apart to_ L. HARRIOT.