Mrs.After-day--Oh, that's she that was the great beauty, the mighty toast about town, that's just come out of the small-pox; she is horribly pitted they say; I long to see her, and plague her with my condolence....

But you are sure these other ladies suspect not in the least that I know of their coming?
"TAT.

No, dear madam, they are to ask for me.
"WIDOW.

I hear a coach.

[_Exit_ TATTLEAID.] I have now an exquisite pleasure in the thought of surpassing my Lady Sly, who pretends to have out-grieved the whole town for her husband.