Hastings To be brief about it, a man from Scotland has just arrived. He's very good looking, and he's here to marry you.
Flavella (aside)
What to I hear?
Hastings It's a perfect match—birth, wealth, family, all to my taste, and, as to his person—his person will suit you, my dear, suit you perfectly.
Flavella
Father, without, without pushing this conversation any further, permit
me to say, with deference and without showing any lack of obedience—I
HAVE NO INTENTION OF GETTING MARRIED!
Hastings
What? When did you decide that? You never used to talk like this.
Flavella True, but wisdom comes with age. I know the danger now. Today, husbands are, for the most part, jealous and unfaithful. They want a woman to marry their caprices. The best husbands are those with only a FEW vices.
Hastings But, he's a very nice, young man. You'll like him when you get to know him.
Flavella
I ALREADY HATE HIM WITHOUT SEEING HIM! It's enough that he's a
Scotsman and wears kilts. I wouldn't have him if he were a prince.
Captain (appearing) Madame, it's not necessary to be so passionate against the poor unfortunate your father wants to give you. If you hate him, he can find others whose sentiments differ from yours.
Flavella (aside) Good Heavens, what do I see! How astonishing! It's Captain McNaughten, dear God, it's my lover.