(Hands her a mirror from table, R. C.)
Gal. How beautiful! I am very glad to know
That both our tastes agree so perfectly;
Why, my Pygmalion, I did not think
That aught could be more beautiful than thou,
Till I behold myself. Believe me, love,
I could look in this mirror all day long.
So I’m a woman.
Pyg. There’s no doubt of that!
Gal. Oh! happy maid, to be so passing fair!