SIR W. A match with a title!—ignition at once, of course.
BLEN. The temptation, added to the prayers of her friends, were too much for her. She yielded, but assured me she had done so with a broken heart—implored me to forget her—that her lot in life was cast, that the stern duties of her future existence should be fulfilled if she died in the struggle, yet confessed that I still occupied one little corner in her heart, and concluded with a beautiful quotation from Milton.
SIR W. A refined mind, an educated divinity, no doubt—one formed to adorn the rank she had gained.
BLEN. She was indeed accomplished.
SIR W. I thought so. Spoke Italian, no doubt?
BLEN. Fluently.
SIR W. And French?
BLEN. Better than a native.
SIR W. What a woman! Understood music?
BLEN. An enthusiast in the science.