think we brought 'em acquainted.

MRS FRAIL. Come, faith, let us be gone. If my brother Foresight
should find us with them, he'd think so, sure enough.

MRS FORE. So he would--but then leaving them together is as bad:
and he's such a sly devil, he'll never miss an opportunity.

MRS FRAIL. I don't care; I won't be seen in't.

MRS FORE. Well, if you should, Mr Tattle, you'll have a world to
answer for; remember I wash my hands of it. I'm thoroughly
innocent.


SCENE XI.


TATTLE, MISS PRUE.

MISS. What makes 'em go away, Mr Tattle? What do they mean, do you
know?

TATT. Yes my dear; I think I can guess, but hang me if I know the
reason of it.

MISS. Come, must not we go too?

TATT. No, no, they don't mean that.