[_To her_] LADY WISHFORT.
LADY. O dear Marwood, what shall I say for this rude forgetfulness? But
my dear friend is all goodness.
MRS. MAR. No apologies, dear madam. I have been very well entertained.
LADY. As I’m a person, I am in a very chaos to think I should so forget
myself. But I have such an olio of affairs, really I know not what to
do. [_Calls_.] Foible!—I expect my nephew Sir Wilfull ev’ry moment
too.—Why, Foible!—He means to travel for improvement.
MRS. MAR. Methinks Sir Wilfull should rather think of marrying than
travelling at his years. I hear he is turned of forty.
LADY. Oh, he’s in less danger of being spoiled by his travels. I am
against my nephew’s marrying too young. It will be time enough when he
comes back, and has acquired discretion to choose for himself.
MRS. MAR. Methinks Mrs. Millamant and he would make a very fit match.
He may travel afterwards. ’Tis a thing very usual with young gentlemen.
LADY. I promise you I have thought on’t—and since ’tis your judgment,
I’ll think on’t again. I assure you I will; I value your judgment
extremely. On my word, I’ll propose it.