MRS. F. And so, sir, you hope to atone for your conduct by a paltry present. (runs to window and opens it.) Thus you atone, and thus I treat the atonement. (throws case out of window.)
FANNY. (aside.) Lauk-a-dasy me; how fine that was. I wish my sweetheart would quarrel with me, and send me something—would not I shy it out of window!
MRS. F. There, sir, you see what I have done.
EUCLID. Yes, love, you threw the case out of the window.
MRS. F. And does it make no impression?
EUCLID. Why, it was your own; you had a right to do with it as you liked; it was nothing to me, you know.
MRS. F. Oh! obduracy, in the disguise of good nature.
FANNY. Please ma’am—
MRS. F. What, Fanny, you here! (aside to JULIA.) There, as I told you, her hair dressed the same—the ribbons in the cap too. Well, Fanny.
FANNY. Please, ma’am, Miss Weakley has sent to know if you are going to call there this afternoon?