Mrs. D. Do not mention that: you keep us in our melancholy train of thinking.
Philip. Melancholy? I am always cheerful in your company. But Miss Augusta then had a cloud over her eyes.
Augusta. Do you reproach me that?
Philip. I do, and justly. All who are acquainted with you, love and esteem you. You are young and amiable; why then mourn?
Mrs. D. Pardon me, Sir, if I repeat my daughter's words; you should be the last to utter such a reproach.
Philip. Why so?
Mrs. D. Can you ask?
Philip. Yes, Madam; for I cannot believe that you have the same opinion of my character, that is generally entertained.
Mrs. D. Mr. Brook!
Philip. You make no answer. Your opinion is either too favourable, or the contrary.