dear foible, forget that. dear madam, mistress marwood had told my lady wishfort, but i warrant you. i turned it all for the better. i told her that mr. mirabell railed at her. and now, my lady is so incensed she'll be contracted with sir rowland tonight, she says. i warrant you i worked her up so that he may have her for asking for, as they say of a welsh maidenhead. oh, rare foible. i beg your ladyship, acquaint mr. mirabell of his success. i would be seen as little as possible to speak with him. besides, i believe madam marwood watches me. she has a month's mind, but i know mr. mirabell can't abide her. john, remove my lady's toilet. madam, your servant. i fear my lady is so impatient that she'll come for me if i stay. i'll go with you up the back stairs, lest i should meet her. indeed, mistress engine, is it thus with you? are you become a go-between of this importance? why this wench foible is the passe-partout, the very master-key to everybody's strong box. my friend mistress fainall. i thought there was