Canton. Monſ. Sterling! Milor Ogelby and Sir Jean Melvile will be here in one quarter-hour.
Sterl. I am glad to hear it.
Mrs. Heidel. O, I am perdigious glad to hear it. Being ſo late I was afeard of ſome accident.—Will you pleaſe to have any thing, Mr. Cantoon, after your journey?
Canton. No, I tank you, Ma'am.
Mrs. Heidel. Shall I go and ſhew you the apartments, Sir?
Canton. You do me great honeur, Ma'am.
Mrs. Heidel. Come then!—come, my dear! [to Miſs Sterling.]
[Exeunt.
Manet Sterling.
Sterl. Pox on't, it's almoſt dark—It will be too late to go round the garden this evening.—However, I will carry them to take a peep at my fine canal at leaſt, I am determined.
[Exit.
ACT II.
SCENE an anti-chamber to Lord Ogleby's bed-chamber—Table with chocolate, and ſmall caſe for medicines.
Enter Bruſh, my Lord's valet-de-chambre, and Sterling's chamber-maid.
Bruſh.YOU ſhall ſtay, my dear, I inſiſt upon it.
Ch. Maid. Nay, pray, Sir, don't be ſo poſitive; I can't ſtay indeed.
Bruſh. You ſhall take one cup to our better acquaintance.
Ch. Maid. I ſeldom drinks chocolate; and if I did, one has no ſatisfaction, with ſuch apprehenſions about one—if my Lord ſhould wake, or the Swiſh gentleman ſhould ſee one, or Madam Heidelberg ſhould
know
