Cliff. [Aside.] Thank my stars, my scruples are relieved!
Tiff. Am I mistaken, sir? Pray, whom was you inquiring after?
Cliff. Oh! certainly you, my pretty stranger. A friend of mine has been robbed of his heart, and I see the felony in your looks. Will you confess, or must I arrest you?
Tiff. Innocent, sir, in fact, but not quite so in inclination—I hope your own is safe?
Cliff. And were it not, my smart unconscionable, would you run away with that also?
Tiff. Oh, yes, and a hundred more; and melt them all down together, as the Jews do stolen goods, to prevent their being reclaimed.
Cliff. [Aside.] Astonishing! Have I hit upon the moment when her fancy outruns her art! But are you really the young lady, that's admitted into this family, as companion to Miss Alscrip?
Tiff. Sir, if you mean the young lady, who, however undeservingly, is flatteringly called the flower of this family—who sometimes extracts notice from these windows; and to be sure has been followed home by gentlemen against her inclinations—sir, you are not mistaken.
Cliff. [Aside.] Sure it has been Gayville's madness or amusement then to describe her by contraries.