Carlos. Do you entertain any doubts of me?
Flora. Yes—Indeed I do.
Carlos. What are they?
Flora. I have been trying to put this bunch of ribbons into a right form for my Lady's hair, and I hardly know how.
Carlos. Let me try. (She gives the ribbons.)
Flora. Now shall I see by the dexterity, whether it is a woman or not. [aside.
Carlos. There—I'll be hanged if I have not done it to a nicety. (Returns the ribbons.)
Flora. 'Tis a woman, pshaw.
(Aside and sighing.)
Carlos. Now I must beg a kiss for my pains. (Kisses her.)