Why don't then; I'll step into the company and return to your relief immediately.
[_Exit_.
"MORE.

[_To_ LADY BETTY.] Come, madame, will your ladyship give me leave to end the difference?
Since the slightness of the thing may let you bestow it without any mark of favour, shall I beg it of your ladyship?
"LADY BETTY.

O my lord, no body sooner.

I beg you give it my lord.
[_Looking earnestly on_ LORD FOPPINGTON, _who, smiling, gives it to_ LORD MORELOVE _and then bows gravely to her_].
"MORE.

Only to have the honour of restoring it to your lordship; and if there be any other trifle of mine your lordship has a fancy to, tho' it were a mistress, I don't know any person in the world who has so good a claim to my resignation." * * * * * In the hands of Powell, Cibber, and Oldfield this scene must have had all the sparkle of champagne; but let us hope, speaking of wine, that the prince of paragons, Morelove, was perfectly sober.