Eglantine.. So it seems. Rose-water for my hands, Quin.
Pantaloon.. This is Sir Jeffrey Rake's revenge. It's said that he has wooed Lady Clarissa while you won her from him.
Eglantine.. At fifteen thousand! Cheap, then, you'll admit at the price.
Pantaloon.. A cheap lady, no doubt, my lord, at any price.
Eglantine.. You know her?
Pantaloon.. Her reputation only.
Eglantine.. There's her portrait behind me. I can't turn my head. Quin, bring me my mirror.
[Mr. Talon studies the brilliant lady rather doubtfully.
Pantaloon.. I trust she loves your lordship?
Eglantine.. Gad's life! I never asked her. A monstrous unfair thing to ask of any woman of the world.