_Flut._ Sir, I would oblige you, but I buy this picture to place in the nursery: the children have already got Whittington and his Cat; 'tis just this size, and they'll make good companions. Mrs. _Rack._ Ha! ha! ha! Well, I protest that's just the way now--the Nabobs and their wives outbid one at every sale, and the creatures have no more taste---- _Vill._ There again! You forget this story is told by Flutter, who always remembers every thing but the circumstances and the person he talks about:--'twas Ingot who offer'd a _rouleau_ for the bargain, and Sir Jeremy Jingle who made the reply. _Flut._ Egad, I believe you are right.--Well, the story is as good one way as t'other, you know. Good morning. I am going to Mrs. Crotchet's concert, and in my way back shall make my bow at Sir George's. (_Going._) _Vill._ I'll venture every figure in your taylor's bill, you make some blunder there. _Flut._ (_turning back_) Done! My taylor's bill has not been paid these two years; and I'll open my mouth with as much care as Mrs. Bridget Button, who wears cork plumpers in each cheek, and never hazards more than six words for fear of shewing them. [_Exit_ Flutter. Mrs. _Rack._ 'Tis a good-natur'd insignificant creature! let in every where, and cared for no where.--There's Miss Hardy return'd from Lincoln's-Inn:--she seems rather chagrin'd. _Vill._ Then I leave you to your communications. _Enter_ Letitia, _followed by her Maid_. Adieu! I am rejoiced to see you so well, Madam! but I must tear myself away. _Letit._ Don't vanish in a moment. _Vill._ Oh, inhuman! you are two of the most dangerous women in town.--Staying here to be cannonaded by four such eyes, is equal to a _rencontre_ with Paul Jones, or a midnight march to Omoa!--They'll swallow the nonsense for the sake of the compliment. (_Aside._) [_Exit_ Villers. _Letit._ (_gives her cloak to her maid._) Order Du Quesne never to come again; he shall positively dress my hair no more. [_Exit Maid._] And this odious silk, how unbecoming it is!--I was bewitched to chuse it. (_Throwing herself on a sopha, and looking in a pocket-glass, Mrs._ Racket _staring at her_.) Did you ever see such a fright as I am to-day? Mrs. _Rack._ Yes, I have seen you look much worse. _Letit._ How can you be so provoking? If I do not look this morning worse than ever I look'd in my life, I am naturally a fright. You shall have it which way you will. Mrs. _Rack._ Just as you please; but pray what is the meaning of all this? _Letit._ (_rising._) Men are all dissemblers! flatterers! deceivers! Have I not heard a thousand times of my air, my eyes, my shape--all made for victory! and to-day, when I bent my whole heart on one poor conquest, I have proved that all those imputed charms amount to nothing;--for Doricourt saw them unmov'd.--A husband of fifteen months could not have examined me with more cutting indifference. Mrs. _Rack._ Then you return it like a wife of fifteen months, and be as indifferent as he.