"You have a woman's tongue, if not her wit; but, my good soul," added she, with cool _hauteur,_ "remember you have something to do of more importance than anything you can say." "I accept your courteous dismissal, madam," said Pomander, grinding his teeth.

"I will send a carpenter for your swain.

And I leave you." He bowed to the ground.
"Thanks for the double favor, good Sir Charles." She courtesied to the floor.
Feminine vengeance! He had come between her and her love.

All very clever, Mrs.Actress; but was it wise?
"I am revenged," thought Mrs.Woffington, with a little feminine smirk.
"I will be revenged," vowed Pomander, clinching his teeth..