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Mad. L. Oh! madame, vid his littel sanctify lookHa! ha! ha!

Mrs. B. And what does it signify whether it be or not?

Mad. L. Mi ledi, I beg pardon to derange you ; when you sall want de lace, de glove, de rouge, &c., I sall sell you for

very littel gain, and you sall not forget Madame La Trappe. [Curtseys.) Mi leđi, I have de honneur to salute you,

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am your very respectable servant, indeed.[Mrs. Bromley follows her to the door.] Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! madame, do not give yourself de pain. I sall call again last veek vid some beautiful dress, as vat you see-and I can tell you more vat please you about the other gentilhomme, in the bureau down stairs, and perhaps—comme j'espere-anoder littel acceptation for fifty pound de ledi will give me for what she is going to buy wid it-sans façon, sans adieu-jusqu'au revoir.

Mrs. S. Well, my dear, what say you to this {Exit

, L.

Mrs. B. Oh! the idle talk of a chattering French dealer in smuggled goods.

Mrs. S. Idle talk! Then how comes it that this pretty lady pays

for lace with my husband's acceptance ? Mrs. B. The acceptances of the house are negotiated like bank-notes, and, passing from hand to hand, one may have fallen into the possession of the lady in Harley street. Upon the same grounds I might as reasonably suspect Bromley.

Mrs. S. Bromley, indeed! no, no.-Besides, it was not Bromley she recognised in the counting-house; Bromley wasn't “de littel sober gentilhomme” she twice saw watching the house in a jealous fury; and isn't the gentleman " with a littel sanctify look," as she calls it,—the exact description of my

husband? She has said quite enough to satisfy me.

Mrs. B. Be calm, my dear; all this will be satisfactorily explained to you, and you will be the first to laugh at your suspicions. For the present, keep what you have heard a secret from every body, and above all from your husband.--[Aside. The hypocritical villain !

Mrs. S. 'Well, I'll endeavour, by concealing what I know, to learn more. Nor do you, on any account, med tion it to Bromley.

Mrs. B. Be assured, I will not.

Mrs. S. The monster! if he be guilty, I promise you that before two days have passed over his head he shall --The cruel monster! I could almost cry with vexation.

[Bursts into tears. Mrs. B. [Aside.] Poor Mrs. Simpson! She is really to be pitied, poor thing!

Enter SIMPSON, gaily, R. Simp. So, here you are, Susan, my dear. Business is over for the day, and now I am at your disposal. 'Gad, I believe I must begin to copy Bromley, and run out of the counting-house every half hour to visit my wife.

Mrs. S. (Dryly.] Indeed, sir! Upon my word-I never before saw you so gallant.

Simp. True, my duck, true! I mean to make amends.

Mrs. S. To be plain with you, sir-a little change in your conduct would be

very

desirable. Mrs. B. [In an under voice, and as if anxious to prevent a quarrel.] My love

Simp. Well, from this time forward you shall find me quite another thing; every leisure moment I have shall be yours. I'll act the lover, rather than the husband ; I'll be a downright Romeo, ha! ha! ha!

Mrs. S. Your determination to reform is rather sudden, sir.

Simp. Don't throw cold water over me, my darling; don't you see I'm gay, I'm joyous ? On mnaking up my accounts of happiness, I find a large balance of content in my favour; business goes on swimmingly; I've a wife whom I love; and—in short, all my

little

arrangements are mighty comfortable.

Mrs. S. (Aside. His little arrangements !-I congratulate you sincerely on your comfortable little arrangements, Mr. Simpson.

Mrs. B. [To her.] Pray, have a care.

Simp. Mr. Simpson ! and sir !--this is very strange? What the deuce is the meaning of all this coldness and formality?

Mrs. S. Ask that of yourself, sir; look into your hoart, and you

will there discover the cause. Mrs. B. Checking her.) Hush!

am

Simp. Look into my heart? I may look into it for a month, and the chief article I shall find there, will be a large stock-in-hand of love for

my

Susan. Mrs. S. (Aside. The perfidious wretch!

Goes up. Simp. Something is the matter, that's certain. We parted good friends an hour ago; what has happened to put you out of humour, since? She turns from him.] Mrs. Bromley, can you explain? What crotchet has my wife got into her head now?

Mrs. B. [Coldly.] 'Tis nothing, sir, nothing—'Twill pass away, I hope.

[To Mrs. Simpson. Simp. A word, Mrs. Simpson, if you please. You have the good luck to be married to a plain man, whom

Mrs. S. [ Turning quickly upon him.] Well, sir, I know I married to a plain man; and what then ?

Simp. 'Why, then, madam, he loves you honestly and sincerely; he does his utmost, madam, to make you happy, and-and-zounds, madam, what would you have more?

Mrs. S. (Aside. Who would have thought the traitor could carry it off so well?

Simp. Come, Susan, give me your hand, and let's have an end of this ; and, till you have recovered your good temper, you had better retire to your own room.

Crosses, R. Mrs. B. [To Mrs. Simpson as she goes of) Pray, pray, be more the mistress of yourself.

Mrs. S. Ah ! my dear, this blow will be the death of me. (Excunt Simpson and Mrs. Simpson, she reluctantly giving him her hand.

Mrs. B. Who would have suspected him? Heavens ! -Should the man corrupt my Charles ! Nothing so dan gerous for a husband as the society of persons of Mr. Simpson's character. Here he comes.

Enter BROMLEY, R.
Well, Charles, you know what is going forward.

Brom. No, love; what?
Mrs. B. Poh! poh! you know it as well as I do.

Brom. Upon my honour, I cannot even guess what you allude to.

Mrs. B. 'Tis all discovered.

Brom. [Aside.] Discovered !-Does she suspect-
Mrs. B. About Simpson, you know.
Brom. Simpson !
Mrs. B. His poor wife knows all about it.
Brom. About what, my love ?
Mrs. B. His intrigues.

Brom. His intrigues ? Simpson's intrigues ? poh! im. possible.

(Laughing. Mrs. B. Nay, 'tis useless now to pretend ignorance; we have just learnt what you might have known long ago.

Brom. I have known ! what have I known?
Mrs. B. That he has a mistress.

Brom. What, Simpson! The philosopher, the sober, steady-Ha! ha! ha! that's excellent ! Come, tell me all about it, my love ; tell me all about it. Mrs. B. Oh, my dear Charles, I'm delighted! I

per ceive by your manner that you know nothing of it. I was fearful that you were in his confidence, and to say the truth, that would have made me uneasy.

Brom. I in his confidence! No, no, he knows me too well; I should have lectured him roundly, had he hinted - Aside.] 'Gad, I was afraid I had been found out myself!

Mrs. B. Only imagine-a French dealer in smuggled lace—a Madame La Trappe, who has just been here, not knowing Susan, related to us—but what am I doing ?Simpson, as yet, knows nothing of the discovery we have made, and I have promised Susan to keep the secret till

Brom. Well, but you may tell me, Anna-I long to hear all the particulars-trust me, I'm dumb, you know.

Mrs. B. No-10- -no-and I am to blame for having mentioned it to you at all.

Brom. - Who would ever have thought this ? And Simpson, of all men in the world!

Mrs. B. Really-ha! ha! ha!-really, of the two partners one would rather have suspected you than him.

Brom. Ah! nothing is so little to be trusted in as appearances.

Mrs. B. And now, Charles, I've a favour to ask of you.

Mr. Simpson, no doubt, is a very honourable man in business, very correct in trade; but you are a younger man than he, and I seriously entreat you not to go ou

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too frequently with him; there's no knowing how he may
mislead you—it may be catching.

Brom. You have nothing to fear on that score-I know
him now.

Mrs. B. There's a good boy. Now I'll just go to poor
Susan, and do what I can to comfort her.

Brom. Do, love ; but don't remain long away

Mrs. B. No, dear, I'll soon return. Ha! what a hap py woman am I.

[Exit Mrs. Bromley, L. Brom. So, so, Mr. Simpson; you have your little frolics abroad as well as another, I find. The hypocritical cur, with his long face and crabbed morality this morning, when I but merely hinted at the possibility of-but real. “ ly this is too bad! an avowed mistress! My case is “very different; I regard my wife sincerely; so that should “I even form a little attachment with Mrs. Fitzallan, there “is no danger of its disturbing my domestic peace. Besides, as she knows me only as Captain Walsingham, and

-Oh, hang it, I'm not so indiscreet as my partner." Ha! here he comes, the rogue.

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possess his secret; he is
ignorant of mine, so I'll make the best of my advantage,
and torment his little sly soul out.

Enter SIMPSON, R.
Simp. There she sits mumping, and sulking, speaking
half words, and--Ah! Bromley—there's my duck in the
temper of a hyena, and I'll just ask you why?

Brom. You needn't ask me ! you know well enough.

Simp. I know! I'll be bound she herself does not
know; but woman's whims-
Brom. Harkye, my dear fellow : I

am your friend
you know I am-as you would be mine under similar
circumstances. I have promised my wife to say nothing
to you about the matter, but let me put you on your
guard. (Looks cautiously around, and then whispers.] It is
à cursed awkward business-it is all discovered.

Simp. Discovered! What's discovered? Who has dis-
covered? What's the discovery?

Brom. Your wife, poor thing—she knows all about it.
Simp. Does she ?.
Brom. Yes, she does; and she has told mine,

Simp. And, pray, what has she told her ?--and what
do they both knows

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