The Way of the World
LADY WISHFORT and FOIBLE.
LADY. Is Sir Rowland coming, say'st thou, Foible? And are things in order?
FOIB. Yes, madam. I have put wax-lights in the sconces, and placed the footmen in a
row in the hall, in their best liveries, with the coachman and postillion to fill up the
LADY. Have you pulvilled the coachman and postillion, that they may not stink of the
stable when Sir Rowland comes by?
FOIB. Yes, madam.
LADY. And are the dancers and the music ready, that he may be entertained in all points
with correspondence to his passion?
FOIB. All is ready, madam.
LADY. And--well--and how do I look, Foible?
FOIB. Most killing well, madam.
LADY. Well, and how shall I receive him? In what figure shall I give his heart the first
impression? There is a great deal in the first impression. Shall I sit? No, I won't sit, I'll
walk,--ay, I'll walk from the door upon his entrance, and then turn full upon him. No, that
will be too sudden. I'll lie,--ay, I'll lie down. I'll receive him in my little dressing-room;
there's a couch--yes, yes, I'll give the first impression on a couch. I won't lie neither, but
loll and lean upon one elbow, with one foot a little dangling off, jogging in a thoughtful
way. Yes; and then as soon as he appears, start, ay, start and be surprised, and rise to
meet him in a pretty disorder. Yes; oh, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch
in some confusion. It shows the foot to advantage, and furnishes with blushes and re-
composing airs beyond comparison. Hark! There's a coach.
FOIB. 'Tis he, madam.