Ag. to Op. You are fond of that walk, Mr. Opal, I think I have seen you there frequently.
Op. Ma'am you are very—(mumbling something which is not heard, in, the same manner with Sir Loftus, but still more absurd.) I do sometimes walk—(mumbling again.)
Ag. to Sir Loft. The country is delightful round Bath.
Sir Loft. Ma'am!
Ag. Dont you think so, Mr. Opal?
Op. 'Pon honour. I never attended to it. (A long pause, Sir Loftus and Opal strut about conceitedly. Enter Mariane, and both of them run up to her at once, with great alacrity and satisfaction.)
Sir Loft. I hope I see Miss Withrington entirely recovered from the fatigues of the morning?
Mar. Pretty well, after the fatigue of dressing too, which is a great deal worse, Sir Loftus. (carelessly.)
Op. For the ball, I presume?
Sir Loft. I am delighted—
Mar. (addressing herself to Agnes, without attending to him.) Do you know what a provoking mistake my milliner has made?
Ag. I dont know.
Sir Loft. I hope madam—
Mar. to Ag. She has made up my whole suit of trimmings with the colour of all others I dislike.
Op. This is very provoking, indeed I would—
Mar. (Still speaking to Ag. without attending to