Miss M. [Aside.] Saucy flirt! she might have spared that to me when she knows that I hate the paper.
Miss S. But I ask your pardon, my dear; I know you never read it.
Miss M. No, madam, I have enough to do to read the "Daily Gazetteer." My father has six of 'em sent him every week for nothing: they are very pretty papers, and I wish you would read them, miss.
Miss S. Fie upon you! how can you read what's writ by an old woman?
Miss M. An old woman, miss?
Miss S. Yes, miss, by Mrs Osborne. Nay, it is in vain to deny it to me.
Miss M. I desire, madam, we may discourse no longer on this subject; for we shall never agree on it.
Miss S. Well, then, pray let me ask you seriously—are you thoroughly satisfied with this peace?
Miss M. Yes, madam, and I think you ought to be so too.
Miss S. I should like it well enough if I were sure the queen of Spain was to be trusted.