SCENE X.


CYNTHIA, LORD FROTH, LADY FROTH, BRISK.

LADY FROTH. Then you think that episode between Susan, the dairy-
maid, and our coachman is not amiss; you know, I may suppose the
dairy in town, as well as in the country.

BRISK. Incomparable, let me perish. But then, being an heroic
poem, had you not better call him a charioteer? Charioteer sounds
great; besides, your ladyship's coachman having a red face, and you
comparing him to the sun--and you know the sun is called Heaven's
charioteer.

LADY FROTH. Oh, infinitely better; I'm extremely beholden to you
for the hint; stay, we'll read over those half a score lines again.
[Pulls out a paper.] Let me see here, you know what goes before,--
the comparison, you know. [Reads.]


For as the sun shines ev'ry day,
So of our coachman I may say.


BRISK. I'm afraid that simile won't do in wet weather; because you
say the sun shines every day.

LADY FROTH. No; for the sun it won't, but it will do for the