Yes, indeed. Mrs. Congo, at the Grecian coffee-house, says, he's the soberest youth that comes to the house; and all Mrs. Mittens's 'prentices throw down their work, and run to the window every time he goes by. CHARLOT. Upon my word! JACK. And moreover, besides that, he has several great estates in the country; but only for the present, he is kept out of 'em all by the owners. CHARLOT. Ah, Jack! that's the worst part of the story. JACK. Pshaw! that's nothing at all. His guardian, Mr. Fairplay, has been with father to-day, and says, he is certain that he can set all to rights in a trice. CHARLOT. Well, Jack, when that point is determin'd, it will be time enough to-- JACK. Then! Lord of mercy! why, sister Charlot, it is my private opinion that if you don't give him some crumbs of comfort, he won't live till Midsummer term. CHARLOT. I warrant you. Either Cupid's darts were always but poetical engines, or they have been lately depriv'd of their points. Love holds no place in the modern bills of mortality. However, Jack, you may tell your friend, that I have observ'd his frequent walks in our street. JACK. Walks! Why one should think he was appointed to relieve the old watchman; for no sooner one is _off_, but the other comes _on_. CHARLOT. And that from his eyes being constantly fixed on my window (for the information of which, I presume he is indebted to you.)---- JACK. He! he! he! CHARLOT. I had a pretty shrewd guess at his business; but tell him that unless my fa----Hush! our tyrant is return'd. Don't leave the house till I see you. _Enter Mrs._ CIRCUIT _and_ BETTY. Mrs. CIRCUIT. So, Sir, what makes you loitering from chambers? I thought I told you, you should never be here but at meals? [_Exit_ Jack.] One spy is enough in a family.--Miss, you may go to your room; and d'ye hear--I shall have company, so you need not come down. [_Exit_ Charlot.]--Betty, no message or letter? BETTY. None, Madam. Mrs. CIRCUIT. That is amazing!--You know I expect Colonel Secret and Mrs. Simper every instant. BETTY. Yes, Madam. Mrs. CIRCUIT. Put the fruit and the wine on the table in the next room. BETTY. Very well, Madam. Mrs. CIRCUIT. And, Betty, order the fellow to let nobody in but Sir Luke. BETTY. Madam, I shall take care. [_Exit._ Mrs. CIRCUIT _sits down_.