_Miss Ogle._ Ha! ha! ha!--Well, 'twas a cheap way of breeding her:--you know he was very poor, though a Lord; and very high-spirited, though a Virtuoso.--In town, her Pantheons, Operas, and Robes de Cour, would have swallowed his Sea-Weeds, Moths, and Monsters, in six weeks!--Sir George, I find, thinks his Wife a most extraordinary creature: he has taught her to despise every thing like Fashionable Life, and boasts that example will have no effect on her. _Mrs. Rack._ There's a great degree of impertinence in all that--I'll try to make her a Fine Lady, to humble him. _Miss Ogle._ That's just the thing I wish. _Enter Lady_ Frances. _Lady Fran._ I beg ten thousand pardons, my dear Mrs. Racket.--Miss Ogle, I rejoice to see you: I should have come to you sooner, but I was detained in conversation by Mr. Doricourt. _Mrs. Rack._ Pray make no apology; I am quite happy that we have your Ladyship in town at last.--What stay do you make? _Lady Fran._ A short one! Sir George talks with regret of the scenes we have left; and as the ceremony of presentation is over, will, I believe, soon return. _Miss Ogle._ Sure he can't be so cruel! Does your Ladyship wish to return so soon? _Lady Fran._ I have not the habit of consulting my own wishes; but, I think, if they decide, we shall not return immediately. I have yet hardly form'd an idea of London. _Mrs. Rack._ I shall quarrel with your Lord and Master, if he dares think of depriving us of you so soon. How do you dispose of yourself to-day? _Lady Fran._ Sir George is going with me this morning to the mercer's, to chuse a silk; and then---- _Mrs. Rack._ Chuse a silk for you! ha! ha! ha! Sir George chuses your laces too, I hope; your gloves, and your pincushions! _Lady Fran._ Madam! _Mrs. Rack._ I am glad to see you blush, my dear Lady Frances. These are strange homespun ways! If you do these things, pray keep 'em secret. Lord bless us! If the Town should know your husband chuses your gowns! _Miss Ogle._ You are very young, my Lady, and have been brought up in solitude. The maxims you learnt among the Wood-Nymphs in Shropshire, won't pass current here, I assure you. _Mrs. Rack._ Why, my dear creature, you look quite frighten'd!--Come, you shall go with us to an Exhibition, and an Auction.--Afterwards, we'll take a turn in the Park, and then drive to Kensington;--so we shall be at home by four, to dress; and in the evening I'll attend you to Lady Brilliant's masquerade. _Lady Fran._ I shall be very happy to be of your party, if Sir George has no engagements. _Mrs. Rack._ What! Do you stand so low in your own opinion, that you dare not trust yourself without Sir George! If you chuse to play Darby and Joan, my dear, you should have stay'd in the country;--'tis an Exhibition not calculated for London, I assure you!