MRS. METHERELL. What did you think? Out with it. You're her uncle, you know more about the girl than I can.
EDMUND. Well, the fact is I don't consider she would be a suitable wife for your son.
MRS. METHERELL. That's what you said before. I want to know why not. Has she a temper?
EDMUND (on his dignity). Certainly not.
MRS. METHERELL. Flirts then? Not steady? Extravagant?
EDMUND. No, no.
MRS. METHERELL. Well, is she deformed or does she drink?
EDMUND. Good heavens, woman, no.
MRS. METHERELL. If you won't tell me what's wrong with her, I must find out for myself.
EDMUND. There is nothing wrong with her.