High Life Above Stairs.
Enter Lady Minikin and Miss Tittup.
Lady Min. It is not, my dear, that I have the least regard for my Lord; I had no love for him before I married him, and you know, matrimony is no breeder of affection; but it hurts my pride, that he should neglect me, and run after other women.
Miss Titt. Ha, ha, ha, how can you be so hypocritical, Lady Minikin, as to pretend to uneasiness at such trifles: but pray have you made any new discoveries of my Lord's gallantry?
Lady Min. New discoveries! why, I saw him myself yesterday morning in a hackney-coach, with a minx in a pink cardinal; you shall absolutely burn yours, Tittup, for I shall never bear to see one of that colour again.
Miss Titt. Sure she does not suspect me. [Aside.] And where was your Ladyship, pray, when you saw him?
Lady Min. Taking the air with Colonel Tivy in his vis-à-vis.
Miss Titt. But, my dear Lady Minikin, how can you