Cor. Your Ladyship looks very ill, truly.
Lady Fan. Lard, how ill-natur'd thou art, Cornet, to tell me so, tho' the thing shou'd be true! Don't you know that I have Humility enough to be but too easily out of Conceit with myself? Hold the Glass; I dare swear that will have more Manners than you have. Madamoiselle, let me have your Opinion too.
Madam. My opinion pe, Matam, dat your Latyship never look so well in your Life.
Lady Fan. Well, the French are the prettiest, obliging People; they say the most acceptable, well-manner'd things—and never flatter.
Madam. Your Latyship say great Justice inteed.
Lady Fan. Nay, every thing's just in my House but Cornet. The very Looking-Glass gives her the Dementi. But I'm almost afraid it flatters me, it makes me look so very engaging.
[Looking affectedly in the Glass.
Madam. Inteed, Matam, your face pe handsomer den all de Looking-Glass in de World, croyez moy.
Lady Fan. But is it possible my Eyes can be so languishing—and so very full of Fire?
Madam. Matam, if de Glass was Burning-Glass, I believe your Eyes set de Fire in de House.