SCENE III.----_The Street.

_Enter_ Saville.

_Sav._ The air has recover'd me! What have I been doing! Perhaps my petulance may be the cause of _her_ ruin, whose honour I asserted:--his vanity is piqued;--and where Women are concerned, Courtall can be a villain.

_Enter_ Dick. _Bows, and passes hastily._

Ha! that's his Servant!----Dick!

_Dick._ [_returning_] Sir.

_Sav._ Where are you going, Dick?

_Dick._ Going! I am going, Sir, where my Master sent me.

_Sav._ Well answer'd;--but I have a particular reason for my enquiry, and you must tell me.

_Dick._ Why then, Sir, I am going to call upon a Cousin of mine, that lives at Sir George Touchwood's.

_Sav._ Very well.--There, [_gives him money_] you must make your Cousin drink my health.--What are you going about?

_Dick._ Why, Sir, I believe 'tis no harm, or elseways I am sure I would not blab.--I am only going to ax if Sir George goes to the Masquerade to-night, and what Dress he wears.

_Sav._ Enough! Now, Dick, if you will call at my lodgings in your way back, and acquaint me with your Cousin's intelligence, I'll double the trifle I have given you.

_Dick._ Bless your honour, I'll call----never fear. [Exit _Dick._

_Sav._ Surely the occasion may justify the means:--'tis doubly my duty to be Lady Frances's Protector. Courtall, I see, is planning an artful scheme; but Saville shall out-plot him. [_Exit_ Saville.