Bendish: Oh, sir, when a devil and a hermit live together, either the devil becomes a hermit or the hermit becomes a devil, I am absolutely convinced. Well, let's see who the unfortunate lady will be whose reputation you will ruin by some new perfidy? I can clearly see that your feelings are reserved for the Marquise.
Cadwell:
Which one?
Bendish:
Why the one you long ago swore to be faithful to.
Cadwell:
No. I no longer love her.
Bendish: Your flames are not more vehement for this good lady to whom I carried your portrait that same day?
Cadwell:
Ah, fie! I cannot suffer her. She paints!
Bendish:
And the other one—her best friend?
Cadwell:
She has no wit.
Bendish:
And the lawyer's widow?
Cadwell:
She isn't rich.