Hey day! what the deuce is the matter? what's the meaning of all this, Mrs. Betty?
Oh! Sir, is it you – my poor lady! [cries] clap the bottle hard to her nose.
But how came it about?
Some of the continents of that curs'd letter, she has there in her hand.
Here, here, take some of my eau de luce. [offering a bottle.]
There! she recovers a little – some water – I believe it is nothing but a satirical fit, I have had them myself – now she opens her eyes – so, so – bend her forward a little.
My sweet Mrs. Circuit.
Who is that?
Nobody at all madam, but only Sir Luke.
Oh! Sir Luke, such a stroke, so fatal, so sudden, it is not in nature I should ever survive it.
Marry heaven forbid! but what cause – what could —
Leave the room. [To the servants, who go out.] Only, look over that letter.
Hum, hum, – [reads] "fit to reject you – this – "
There! there! there!
I own this is the utmost malice of fortune – but let me finish the letter. – "This calamity, dear Circuit, is of such a nature as baffles all advice, or interposition of friends, I shall therefore leave you to time, and your own good understanding." [pretty and sensible.] – "yours," &c. – But let us see, what says the postscript – [reads.] "Perhaps it may give you some comfort to know that you had sixteen almonds, and but two raisins against you."
But two!
No more.
This must be Kitty Cribbage's doing, she has been tattling about the paltry trifle I owe her.
Not unlikely: but come, bear up, my dear madam, and consider that two—
Is as bad as two thousand.
Granted; but perhaps it mayn't be too late to repair. – Gadso! I have thought of a scheme – I'll be elected myself, and then I warrant we manage —
You, Sir Luke? that never can be.
No, Madam, and why not? – why you don't suppose that they wou'd venture to —
It would not only be against the spirit, but the very letter of their constitution to chuse you a member.
Ay, Madam, how so?
Their statutes are selected from all the codes that ever existed from the days of Lycurgus to the present Czarina.
Well.
The law that relates to your case they have borrow'd from the Roman religion.
As how?
As no man can be admitted a monk, who has the least corporal spot, or defect; so, no candidate can be receiv'd as a member who is depriv'd of the use of any one of his limbs.
Nay, then indeed I am clearly cut out; that incapacity can never be got over.
Indeed, the Serjeant says, if the club could be induc'd to resolve in your favour, then the original law would signify nothing.
Well, well, we'll see what can be done. [A loud knocking.] But hush! the company's come; collect yourself, sweet Mrs. Circuit; don't give your enemies the malicious pleasure of seeing how this disappointment affects you.
Never fear; I know a little too much of the world not to turn this defeat to my credit.
Your servant, Sir Luke; my dear Circuit, I am frighten'd to death – your people tell me, you are but just recover'd from a —
Oh! nothing at all! a faintness, a kind of swimming – but those people are ever swelling that mole hills to mountains.
I protest I was afraid that you had suffer'd your late disappointment to lay hold of your spirits.
What disappointment, my dear?
Mrs. Simper hints at the little mistake made this morning at the Thatch'd House.
That! ridiculous! I could have told you that a fortnight ago, child – all my own doing.
How!
Entirely.
Oh! I always detested the thoughts of the thing; – they would put me up, let me say what I would, so I was reduc'd to the necessity of prevailing upon two of my friends to black ball me.
That, indeed, alters the case.
I am vastly happy to hear it: your old acquaintance were afraid they should lose you.
It is a sign they know but little of me – but come, my good folks, I have prepared a small collation in the next room, will you —
[Exeunt.
I'll watch sister, to see that nobody comes; now Woodford make good use of your time. [Exit Woodford.] There, I have left 'em together; if I had staid, I don't believe they would have open'd their mouths for a month: I never saw such an alteration in a lad since the day I was born. – Why, if I had not known him before, I should not have thought he had a word to throw to a dog; but I remember the old proverb:
True lovers are shy,
When people are by.
I'll take a peep to see how they go on: – there they are, just in the same posture I left them; she folding her fingers, and he twirling his hat; why they don't even look at each other: was there ever such a couple of – stay, stay, now he opens his mouth – pshaw! – lord! there he shuts it again – hush! I hear somebody coming – no – nothing at all: – mother is safe I am sure, – there is no danger from her – now let us take t'other – [peeps at the door.] hum! – gadso, matters are mightily mended – there! there! very well – there he lays down the law – now he claps his hand on his heart – vastly pretty, I vow – there he swops with both his knees on the ground – charming! – and squeezes his hat with both hands, like one of the actors – delightful! she wants him to rise, and he won't – prodigious moving indeed!
So Sir, what are you doing there?
There! where?
With your eyes glew'd close to the keyhole.
I wanted to speak a word to my sister.
Then why don't you open her door?
I did not know but she might be saying her prayers.
Prayers! a likely story! Who says their prayers, at this time of the day? – No, no, that won't pass upon me. – Let me look – very pretty! So, so, I see there's somebody else at his prayers too – fine doings! – As soon as the company goes, I shall take care to inform Madam your mother.
Nay, but Mrs. Betty you won't be so —
Indeed. Mr. John, but I shall – I'll swallow none of your secrets, believe me.
What, perhaps your stomach is overloaded already.
No matter for that, I shall be even with Miss for telling Master about and concerning my drums.
Why, Mrs. Betty, surely sister could not —
When she very well knows that I have not sent cards but twice the whole season.
Lord! what signi —
What would she say, if she visited the great families I do? For tho' I am as I may say but a commoner, no private gentlewoman's gentlewoman, has a more prettier set of acquaintance.
Well but —
My routs indeed! – There is Mrs. Allspice, who lives with lady Cicily Sequence, has six tables every Sunday, besides looers, and braggers; and moreover proposes giving a masquerade, the beginning of June, and I intends being there.
Well, but to talk calmly.
And as Miss is so fond of fetching and carrying, you may tell her we are to have a private play among ourselves, as the quality have: the Distrustful Mother, 'tis call'd – Pylades, by Mr. Thomas, Lord Catastrophe's butler – Hermione, Mrs. Allspice; and I shall do Andromache myself.
A play! lord, Mrs. Betty, will you give me a ticket?
All's one for that – and so you may tell Miss that – [bell rings] coming, Madam, this minute – and that, Mr. John, is the long and the short on't. [Bell rings again.] Lord, I am coming —
[Exit.
What's the matter?
Here, Betty, my mother's fac totum, has just discover'd your haunts; and is gone to lay an information against you – so depend upon it, a search warrant will issue directly.
Stay but a moment, till I take leave of your sister.
Zooks! I tell you the constables will be here in a trice, so you have not a moment to lose.
How unlucky this is!
But I hope you have obtain'd a verdict however.
No.
No!
It would not have been decent, to have press'd the judge too soon for a sentence.
Soon! – You are a ninny, I tell you so: – here you will suffer judgment to go by default. – You are a pretty practitioner indeed!
This, you may know, my dear Jack, is an equity case; I have but just fil'd my bill; one must give the parties time to put in an answer.
Time! – How you may come off in court I can't tell, but you will turn out but a poor chamber counsel I fear. – Well, come along, perhaps I may be able to procure another hearing before it is – but lord o'mercy! there is father crossing the hall – should he see us all's over – we have nothing for't but taking shelter with sister.
[Exeunt.
Sir Luke Limp, Mrs. Circuit, Colonel Secret, and Mrs. Simper, discover'd at a table, with a collation before them.
Oh! by the bye, Sir Luke – take some of these sweetmeats, my dear [to Mrs. Simper] – did not you promise to introduce to me that little agreeable piece of imperfection that belongs to the opera? – Colonel, won't you taste the champaign?
Who, Signior Piano? – Let me assist Mrs. Simper. – Why, Madam, I made an attempt; but at present – shan't I send you a biscuit? – he is in the possession of a certain lady, who never suffers him out of her sight for a moment.
Oh! the curmudgeon! – I am vastly fond of these custards.
Yes, they have a delicate flavour – but he promis'd, if possible, to escape for an hour – won't you? [to Mrs. Circuit.]
No, it gives me the heart-burn. – Then let us leave him a cover.
By all means in the world.
But there is, likewise, another party, for whom a place ought to be kept.
Another! Who can that be I wonder?
A small appendix of mine.
How, Madam!
You need not be jealous, Sir Luke – taste that tart Mrs. Simper – it is only my husband the Serjeant. – Ha! ha! ha! – Betty makes them herself.
Oh! you abominable creature! How could such a thought come into your head?
Ma'am – [Offering sweetmeats to Mrs. Simper.]
Not a bit more, I thank you. – I swear and vow I mould swoon at the sight.
And I should receive him with the polite indifference of an absolute stranger.
Well said, my good Lady Intrepid! But, notwithstanding, I would venture a trifle that his appearance would give you such an electrical shock —
You are vastly deceiv'd.
Dare you come to the proof? Will you give me leave to introduce Mr. Serjeant? He is not far off.
What, my husband?
Even he! I saw him as I enter'd the hall.
Impossible!
Nay, then I must fetch him. [Exit Sir Luke.
I can't conceive what the knight wou'd be at.
Why he is mad.
Or turn'd fool.
Now, Madam, have I reason? Is this your husband or not?
It is he; not the least doubt can be made.
Yes, yes, it is the Serjeant himself.
I own it; I acknowledge the lord of my wishes. [Kisses the block.]
All his features are there!
The grave cast of his countenance!
The vacant stare of his eye!
The livid hue of his lips!
The rubies with which his cheeks are enrich'd!
The silent solemnity when he sits on the bench!
We must have him at table; but pray good folks let my husband appear like himself. – I'll run for the gown.
[Exit.
By all means in the world.
Dispatch, I beseech you.
Sir Luke, lend your assistance.
There, place him at the head of the table.
[They fix the head at the back of a chair, and place it at table; then all sit.
Madam, you'll take care of your husband.
I don't want to be put in mind of my duty.
Oh, Madam! I know that very well.
Come, Hob or Nob, Master Circuit – let us try if we can't fuddle the Serjeant.
O! fye! have a proper respect for the coif.
Don't be too facetious, Sir Luke: it is not quite so safe to sport with the heads of the law; you don't know how soon you may have a little business together.
But come, the Serjeant is sulky. – I have thought of a way to divert him: – You know he is never so happy as when he is hearing a cause; suppose we were to plead one before him; Mrs. Circuit and I to be counsel, the colonel the clerk, and Mrs. Simper the cryer.
The finest thought in the world! And stay, to conduct the trial with proper solemnity, let's rummage his wardrobe; we shall there be able to equip ourselves with suitable dresses.
Alons, alons!
There is no time to be lost.
[All rise.
[Stopping short as they are going out.] But won't my husband be angry, if we leave him alone? Bye, dearee – we shall soon return to thee again.
[Exeunt.
So, my lord not being able to sit, there was no occasion for me. – I can't put that girl's nonsense out of my head – My wife is young to be sure, and loves pleasure I own; but as to the main article, I have not the least ground to suspect her in that – No, no! – And then Sir Luke! my prosien ami, the dearest friend I have in the – Heyday! [seeing the collation] What the deuce have we here? – A collation! – So, so – I see madam knows how to divert herself during my absence. – What's this? [seeing the block] Oh, ho! ha! ha! ha! – Well, that's pretty enough I protest. – Poor girl, I see she could not be happy without having something at table that resembled me. – How pleas'd she will be to find me here in propriâ personâ. – By your leave, Mrs. Circuit – [sits down and eats] Delicate eating, in troth – and the wine [drinks] – Champaign as I live – must have t'other glass – They little think how that gentleman there regales himself in their absence – Ha! ha! ha! – quite convenient, I vow – the heat of the weather has made me – Come, brother Coif, here's your health – [drinks] – I must pledge myself I believe – [drinks again] – devilish strong – pshut! – Somebody's coming – [gets up and goes towards the wings] – What do I see? Four lawyers! What the devil can be the meaning of this? I should be glad to get at the bottom of – Hey! By your leave, brother Serjeant – I must crave the use of your robe – [sits down, and gets under the gown] – Between ourselves, this is not the first time this gown has cover'd a fraud.