LADY PLYANT. By all means. Mr. Careless has satisfied me of the
matter.
SIR PAUL. Well, why then, lamb, you may keep your oath, but have a
care about making rash vows; come hither to me, and kiss papa.
LADY PLYANT. I swear and declare, I am in such a twitter to read
Mr. Careless his letter, that I can't forbear any longer. But
though I may read all letters first by prerogative, yet I'll be sure
to be unsuspected this time, Sir Paul.
SIR PAUL. Did your ladyship call?
LADY PLYANT. Nay, not to interrupt you, my dear. Only lend me your
letter, which you had from your steward to-day; I would look upon
the account again, and may be increase your allowance.
SIR PAUL. There it is, madam, do you want a pen and ink? [Bows and
gives the letter.]
LADY PLYANT. No, no, nothing else, I thank you, Sir Paul. So, now
I can read my own letter under the cover of his. [Aside.]
SIR PAUL. He? And wilt thou bring a grandson at nine months end--
he? A brave chopping boy. I'll settle a thousand pound a year upon
the rogue as soon as ever he looks me in the face, I will, gads-bud.
I'm overjoyed to think I have any of my family that will bring
children into the world.
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