Mrs. Rack. Why really I think so, as I was not by.
Letit. My dear Sir, I am convinced he has not; but if there is spirit or invention in woman, he shall.
Hardy. Right, Girl; go to your toilette—
Letit. It is not my toilette that can serve me: but a plan has struck me, if you will not oppose it, which flatters me with brilliant success.
Hardy. Oppose it! not I indeed! What is it?
Letit. Why, Sir—it may seem a little paradoxical; but, as he does not like me enough, I want him to like me still less, and will at our next interview endeavour to heighten his indifference into dislike.
Hardy. Who the devil could have foreseen that?
Mrs. Rack. Heaven and earth! Letitia, are you serious?
Letit. As serious as the most important business of my life demands.
Mrs. Rack. Why endeavour to make him dislike you?