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noon of his days, is a singular taste for a young and gay woman.

Perhaps it is so: but unluckily it is one to which I make not the smallest pretensions. I love the amusements of town to a folly; retirement is irksome to me; and I hate a capricious old(stopping short as if shocked at herself, with great embarrassment.)

Miss Martin: how can you be so perverse!

Pray, my dear madam, let us not fall out about this foolish jest which we have kept up too long. Here comes a strange original old fellow who is in the custom of amusing us a little after dinner, but he forgets that there are ladies with us at present.

Pray let him come, we shall be glad to hear him talk a little.

A good afternoon to your honour.

How do you do, my honest friend David?