_Enter Mr. ~Manly~._
_Man._ My Lord! your most obedient.
Lord _Town._ Dear _Manly_! yours----I was thinking to send to you.
_Man._ Then, I am glad I am here, my Lord----Lady _Grace_, I kiss your
hands!----What, only you two! How many visits may a man make, before
he falls into such unfashionable company? A brother and sister soberly
sitting at home, when the whole town is a gadding! I question if there
is so particular a _tête à tête_, again, in the whole parish of St.
_James_'s.
Lady _Grace._ Fy! fy! Mr. _Manly_; how censorious you are!
_Man._ I had not made the reflexion, Madam, but that I saw you an
exception to it--Where's my lady?
Lord _Town._ That I believe is impossible to guess.
_Man._ Then I won't try, my Lord----
Lord _Town._ But 'tis probable I may hear of her by that time I am four
or five hours in bed.
_Man._ Now, if that were my case, I believe I should----But I beg
pardon, my Lord.
Lord _Town._ Indeed, Sir, you shall not: You will oblige me, if you
speak out; for it was upon this head, I wanted to see you.
_Man._ Why, then, my Lord, since you oblige me to proceed----if that
were my case----I believe I should certainly sleep in another house.
Lady _Grace._ How do you mean?
_Man._ Only a compliment, Madam.
Lady _Grace._ A compliment!
_Man._ Yes, Madam, in rather turning myself out of doors than her.
Lady _Grace._ Don't you think that would be going too far?
_Man._ I don't know but it might, Madam; for in strict justice, I think
she ought rather to go than I.
Lady _Grace._ This is new doctrine, Mr. _Manly_.
_Man._ As old, Madam, as _Love_, _Honour_, and _Obey_! When a woman
will stop at nothing that's wrong, why should a man balance any thing
that's right.