Lewis [smiling]. Only offerings at the entrance of the temple of Love.
Augusta. It is long since we have seen you.
Lewis. Only five days; truly happy am I, if they have seemed long.
Augusta. I know your talent for compliments,
Lewis. Truth is not a compliment.
Augusta. Truth towards women is perhaps not your fault.
Lewis. How?
Augusta. In general not the most striking feature in the character of your sex.
Lewis. A sad prejudice, indeed, against our sex! [ironically] but you must except me.
Augusta [smiling]. Dare I?