Cle. What I think of her?
Har. Yes, what do you think of her appearance, her figure, her beauty and intelligence?
Cle. So, so.
Har. But still?
Cle. To tell you the truth, I did not find her such as I expected. Her manner is that of a thorough coquette, her figure is rather awkward, her beauty very middling, and her intelligence of the meanest order. Do not suppose that I say this to make you dislike her; for if I must have a stepmother, I like the idea of this one as well as of any other.
Har. You spoke to her just now, nevertheless….
Cle. I paid her several compliments in your name, but it was to please you.
Har. So then you don't care for her?
Cle. Who? I? Not in the least.
Har. I am sorry for it, for that puts an end to a scheme which had occurred to me. Since I have seen her here, I have been thinking of my own age; and I feel that people would find fault with me for marrying so young a girl. This consideration had made me determine to abandon the project, and as I had demanded her in marriage, and had given her my promise, I would have given her to you if it were not for the dislike you have for her.