Oh! how my head runs my first year out, and jumps to all the joys of widowhood! If thirteen months hence a friend should haul one to a play one has a mind to see,[A] what pleasure t'will be when my Lady Brumpton's footman called (who kept a place for that very purpose) to make a sudden insurrection of fine wigs in the pit and side-boxes.

Then, with a pretty sorrow in one's face, and a willing blush for being stared at, one ventures to look round, and bow to one of one's own quality.

Thus [_very directly_] to a snug pretending fellow of no fortune.

Thus [_as scarce seeing him_] to one that writes lampoons.

Thus [_fearfully_] to one who really loves.