Castle Rackrent

My lady had a sort of fit, and it was given out she was dead, by mistake; this brought things to a sad crisis for my poor master–one of the three ladies shewed his letters to her brother, and claimed his promises, whilst another did the same. I don’t mention names–Sir Kit, in his defence, said he would meet any man who dared question his conduct, and as to the ladies, they must settle it amongst them who was to be his second, and his third, and his fourth, whilst his first was still alive, to his mortification and theirs.