last quite tired to death. How do you?—(Looking round.) O la! there is nobody here. Mr. Opal is gone too. I'll wait till their return. (Takes up a book, then looks at herself in the glass, then takes up the book again. Yawning,) 'Tis all about the imagination, and the understanding, and I dont know what—I dare say it is good enough to read of a Sunday. (Yawns and lays it down.) O la! I wish they would come.
Enter Royston, and takes Miss Eston for Miss Withrington.
Roys. Madam, I have the honour to be your very humble servant. I hoped to have been here sooner, but I have been so overwhelmed with a multiplicity of affairs; and you know, madam, when that is the case—
Est. (Taking the word out of his mouth.) One is never master of one's time for a moment. I'm sure I have been all over the town this morning, looking after a hundred things; till my head has been put into such a confusion! La, ma'am! said my millener, do take some lavender drops, you look so pale. Why, says I, I dont much like to take them, Mrs. Trollop, they a'nt always good.
Roys. No more they are, ma'am, you are very right; and if a silly fellow, I know, had taken my advice last year, and bought up the lavender drops, he would have made—
Est. (Taking the word from him again.) A very good fortune, I dare say. But people never will