Angelica:
But I see others who complain.
Mrs. Townly: I don't understand you. Speak to me a little. You've seen this newlywed who goes from door to door boasting about her good luck. Do you hear her with pleasure?
Angelica:
Yes, indeed, mother.
Mrs. Townly:
You wish then, to be married?
Angelica: Not at all. For this same woman the other day afflicted by her complaints the same assembly that she had recently regaled the day before with praises of her husband.
Mrs. Townly:
So you mean you're afraid to take the risk of getting married?
Angelica:
I didn't say that, mother.
Mrs. Townly: What are you saying? Either you think marriage is good or bad—you long for it or you dread it.
Angelica: I don't long for it and I don't dread it. I've only voiced some simple reflections without taking one side or the other. The pros and cons seem pretty well balanced to me. That's what has suspended my choice up to now.
Mrs. Townly: Your indecision begins to make me impatient. You have too much character to remain in a situation so indolent.