Cadwell: Ah, madam, if you knew here as I do, you would easily pardon my insensibility to you.
Laura:
Is she witty?
Cadwell:
Yes, madam, she is that. But no part of heir wit is not fully grown.
It seems that hers only serves to discover it in others.
Laura:
Why that's a pretty character indeed. She's beautiful without a doubt.
Cadwell: Ah, don't engage me to paint her portrait. I couldn't do it without offending you. And you, never having seen her, I cannot tell you how I find her the most adorable woman in the world.
Laura: (sighing)
She ought to be content to appear so to your eyes.
Cadwell: (trying to take off his blindfold) Let's not pretend further and permit me the joy of seeing the only person with whom I wish to live.
Laura: (stopping him)
Stop!
Cadwell: Eh, madam, what good are all these delays. I know you, I know who you are.
Laura:
Wait. To whom do you think you are speaking?