SIR W. And mineralogy and archæology?
BLEN. Perfectly.
SIR W. And the steam engine?
BLEN. Yes.
SIR W. And the vestiges of creation?
BLEN. Yes, and chaos, and everything.
SIR W. What a woman! I should have adored her. And you lost this professor in petticoats?
BLEN. Irrevocably! She concealed the name and title of her husband, as she did not wish me to write in reply, as any reproach from me would but add to her wretchedness—and now you know the cause of my dejection.
SIR W. I pity you from my heart. If you have lost a treasure, you should see the one that I have found.
BLEN. You are married, I hear.