ROYS. One moment, I beg! (Aside.) She’s decidedly very handsome! Still—don’t know how it is—but there is certainly something about the other that—that— (Aloud.) Before leaving this house to-morrow, with my new acquaintance—I mean my old friend Barton—
JULIA (quickly). Mr. Barton leaves to-morrow?
ROYS. Yes, alas! I say “alas,” because one day only is now left for me to admire your physical attractions, your mental accomplishments—
JULIA. Oh, sir! Believe me, my sister is far more accomplished than I am.
ROYS. Far be it from me to deny it. Still, from the highly eulogistic terms in which every one speaks of you—your sister among the first—
JULIA. Ah, sir! Dear Josephine is so amiable, so affectionate, so good, so loving, so angelic—
ROYS. (aside). She sticks up for her sister, that I will say! (Aloud.) Still, there are certain attractions which we can all judge of by our own eyes.
JULIA (quickly). And who can possess them to a greater degree than Josephine? Such exquisite grace—such absolute perfection of form and feature—
ROYS. (aside). Her sister again! If we go on at this rate, we sha’n’t get on very fast! (Aloud.) Allow me to be frank with you; my brother Jonathan—but perhaps you’ve never heard of Jonathan?—Jonathan Royston, of Banbury—where the cakes come from—well, he often reproaches me with being what he calls rather wild and fast and flighty—