Vapid. Yes—I am no stranger to her charms——sweet young creature!
Lady. Nay, dear sir, not so very young.
Vapid. Your pardon, ma'am,—and her youth enhances her other merits.—But, oh! she has one charm that surpasses all.
Lady. Has she, sir?—What may that be?
Vapid. Her passion for the stage.
Lady. Sir!
Vapid. Yes, her passion for the stage; that, in my mind, makes her the first of her sex.
Lady. Sir, she has no passion for the stage.
Vapid. Yes, yes, she has.
Lady. But I protest she has not.