comfort of this life if we can't have the happiness of conversing
where we like?

MRS FORE. But can't you converse at home? I own it, I think
there's no happiness like conversing with an agreeable man; I don't
quarrel at that, nor I don't think but your conversation was very
innocent; but the place is public, and to be seen with a man in a
hackney coach is scandalous. What if anybody else should have seen
you alight, as I did? How can anybody be happy while they're in
perpetual fear of being seen and censured? Besides, it would not
only reflect upon you, sister, but me.

MRS FRAIL. Pooh, here's a clutter: why should it reflect upon you?
I don't doubt but you have thought yourself happy in a hackney coach
before now. If I had gone to Knight's Bridge, or to Chelsea, or to
Spring Garden, or Barn Elms with a man alone, something might have
been said.

MRS FORE. Why, was I ever in any of those places? What do you
mean, sister?

MRS FRAIL. Was I? What do you mean?

MRS FORE. You have been at a worse place.

MRS FRAIL. I at a worse place, and with a man!

MRS FORE. I suppose you would not go alone to the World's End.

MRS FRAIL. The World's End! What, do you mean to banter me?