_Bet._ O! they dote upon him, though he is a Macsycophant--he is the pride of all my lady's family:--and so, John,--my lady's uncle, Sir Stanley Egerton dying an old bachelor, and, as I said before, mortally hating our old master, and all the crew of the Macsycophants, left his whole estate to Master Charles, who was his godson,--but on condition that he should drop his father's name of Macsycophant, and take up that of Egerton--and that is the reason, John, why the parliament has made him change his name. _John._ I am glad that Master Charles has got the estate, however--for he is a sweet tempered gentleman. _Bet._ As ever lived:--but come, John, as I know you love Miss Constantia, and are fond of being where she is--I will make you happy;--you shall carry her letter to her. _John._ Shall I, Mrs. Betty?--I am very much obliged to you.--Where is she? _Bet._ In the housekeeper's room settling the dessert.--Give me Mr. Egerton's letter, and I'll leave it on the table in his dressing room. I see it's from his brother Sandy.--So,--now go and deliver your letter to your sweetheart, John. _John._ That I will;--and I am much beholden to you for the favour of letting me carry it to her:--for though she should never have me, yet I shall always love her, and wish to be near her, she is so sweet a creature.--Your servant, Mrs. Betty. [_Exit._ _Bet._ Your servant, John. Ha, ha, ha! poor fellow! he perfectly dotes on her--and daily follows her about with nosegays and fruit and the first of every thing in the season.--Ay, and my young Master Charles too is in as bad a way as the gardener:--in short--every body loves her,--and that's one reason why I hate her.--For my part, I wonder what the deuce the men see in her--a creature that was taken in for charity.--I am sure she's not so handsome.--I wish she was out of the family once:--if she was, I might then stand a chance of being my lady's favourite myself;--ay, and perhaps of getting one of my young masters for a sweetheart,--or at least the chaplain: but as to him, there would be no such great catch if I should get him. I will try for him however,--and my first step shall be to tell the doctor all I have discovered about Constantia's intrigues with her spark at Hadley.--Yes,--that will do,--for the doctor loves to talk with me,--loves to hear _me_ talk too,--and I verily believe--he, he, he!--that he has a sneaking kindness for me,--and this story will make him have a good opinion of my honesty,--and that, I am sure, will be one step towards----O! bless me,--here he comes,--and my young master with him.-- I'll watch an opportunity to speak to him as soon as he is alone,--for I will blow her up I am resolved,--as great a favourite and as cunning as she is. [_Exit._ _Enter_ EGERTON _in great warmth and emotion_; SIDNEY _following, as in conversation_. _Sid_. Nay, dear Charles, but why are you so impetuous?--why do you break from me so abruptly?