‘Pooh, pooh, man! you are fantastical this morning.’
‘If I am as near the truth, as it seems to me I am, it matters not what name you put upon it.’
‘Tush!’
‘Your approaching marriage makes her desperate. It is as clear as the daylight.’
‘Pooh, pooh, this is nonsense!’
‘The lady is proud; but we ever thought we could detect the signs of feeling for you, in spite of her haughty bearing.’
‘Have done, man—you grow silly.’
‘What must be the power which can so reduce such pride and disdain to such lapdog humility!’
‘Are you so mad as to imagine that she has ventured hither on my account?’
‘I have said.’