Patty. Well, ma'am, as I was saying——
Nar. Well, say no more of what you were saying—Sure, Patty, you forget where you are; a little caution will be necessary now, I think.
Patty. Lord, madam, how is it possible to help talking? We are in Barbadoes here, to be sure—but then, ma'am, one may let out a little in a private morning's walk by ourselves.
Nar. Nay, it's the same thing with you in doors.
Patty. I never blab, ma'am, never, as I hope for a gown.
Nar. And your never blabbing, as you call it, depends chiefly on that hope, I believe.
Patty. I have told the story of our voyage, indeed, to old Guzzle, the butler.
Nar. And thus you lead him to imagine I am but little inclined to the match.
Patty. Lord, ma'am, how could that be? Why I never said a word about Captain Campley.