Duenna. Well, Sir, I see our misapprehension has been mutual—you have expected to find me haughty and averse, and I was taught to believe you a little black, snub-nosed fellow, without person, manner, or address.
Isaac. Egad, I wish she had answered her picture as well.
After this interview, Don Jerome asks him what he thinks of his daughter.
Don Jerome. Well, my good friend, have you softened her?
Isaac. Oh, yes, I have softened her.
Don J. Well, and you were astonished at her beauty, hey?
Isaac. I was astonished, indeed. Pray how old is Miss?
Don J. How old? let me see—twenty.
Isaac. Then upon my soul she is the oldest looking girl of her age in Christendom.
Don J. Do you think so? but I believe you will not see a prettier girl.