Horatia. Thus, Sir, your name of ... I beg your pardon, Sir, it has slipped my memory.
Charles. [Aside.] Hang me, if it has not fairly bolted from mine!
Mrs. Jud. Mr. Charles Dapple.
Charles. [Aside.] I’ll change the conversation. [To Horatia.] You seem much devoted, Miss, to scientific pursuits.
Horatia. O, they are my delight, my recreation! Ornithology, Mythology, Geology, Conchology, fascinate me. I was first given my taste for the higher branches of these intellectual sciences by....
Sophia. Mr. Dapple, have you remarked my pretty little....
Horatia. My Uncle in the Scilly Isles, whose mind....
Sophia. Have you remarked....
Horatia. A profound genius....
Sophia. My little poodle, Adonis?