MELESINDA Oh! H.H.H. I cherish here a fire of restless curiosity which consumes me. 'Tis appetite, passion, call it whim, caprice, in me. Suppose I have sworn I must and will know it this very night.
MR. H. Ungenerous Melesinda! I implore you to give me this one proof of your confidence. The holy vow once past, your H. shall not have a secret to withhold.
MELESINDA My H. has overcome: his Melesinda shall pine away and die, before she dare express a saucy inclination; but what shall I call you till we are married?
MR. H. Call me? call me any thing, call me Love, Love! aye, Love, Love will do very well.
MELESINDA
How many syllables is it, Love?
MR. H. How many? ud, that is coming to the question with a vengeance. One, two, three, four,—what does it signify how many syllables?
MELESINDA
How many syllables, Love?
MR. H.
My Melesinda's mind, I had hoped, was superior to this childish curiosity.
MELESINDA
How many letters are there in it?