Sir J. I do.
Lady C. Then what I have to say is said in a very few words. One should not trifle with the heart of a girl!
Sir J. What am I to do?
Lady C. It is you, and you only, who can decide.
Sir J. Tell me what you think!
Lady C. The poor child has probably long adored you in secret. She will have read sentiment into your very least words—
Sir J. (with sudden recollection) Ha! the flowers on my table, day after day!
Lady C. Laid there by her each morning, fondly, tenderly—
Sir J. Advise me! I will follow you, blindly!
Lady C. Do what is kindest!