Judge of the good heart of Emilia; an accident yesterday made it appear to advantage. She was in the parlour with Edward, playing on the harpsicord; after she had finished the tune, she went to look for a china flower-pot in a china-closet near the parlour. She found what she wanted; but still loitered, looking at the china; and one jar she would reach from a high shelf, though Edward cautioned her: the consequence was, it fell out of her hand, and was dashed to pieces. She trembled, well knowing it was a jar of great value.
EDWARD.
Mighty well, you would look at the china.
EMILIA.
Do not scold me, I am so sorry; rather give me your advice.
EDWARD.
I can give you no advice; if you sought every where you could not find such another jar to match the one which is left. Why did you touch it? you must always be meddling, you are so curious.
EMILIA.
I will never be curious again, I assure you. I know I have done wrong.
EDWARD.