Mrs. M. Tender! ay, and profane too, o’my conscience.
Capt. A. “I am excessively alarmed at the intelligence you send me, the more so as my new rival”——
Mrs. M. That’s you, sir.
Capt. A. “Has universally the character of being an accomplished gentleman and a man of honor.” Well, that’s handsome enough.
Mrs. M. Oh, the fellow has some design in writing so.
Capt. A. That he had, I’ll answer for him, ma’am.
Mrs. M. But go on, sir—you’ll see presently.
Capt. A. “As for the old weather-beaten she-dragon who guards you”?—who can he mean by that?
Mrs. M. Me, sir—me—he means me there—what do you think now?—but go on a little further.