Leo. I'm afraid, my Dear, you abuse yourself.
Isab. Why?
Leo. Because he is already in Love with——
Isab. Who?
Leo. Me.
Isab. I wou'd not have you too positive in that, Madam, for I am very sure that——
Leo. Madam, I am very sure that he's the troublesome Guest I just now complain'd of: And you may believe——
Isab. Madam, I can never believe he's troublesome to any Body.
Leo. O, dear Madam! But I'm sure I'm forc'd to keep my Windows shut, till I'm almost dead with Heat; and that, I think, is troublesome.
Isab. This Mistake is easily set right, Leonora; our Houses join, and when he looks at my Window, you fancy 'tis at your's.