Jerome. On this—
Flora. I hope there is nothing worse to come?
Jerome. On this, my Lady made a vow to shut herself up from the whole sex.
Flora. Well, that is more affecting than any of it.
Jerome. And she immediately retired to this lonely castle, where, except the house of Donna Isabella next door, we have not a neighbour for miles; and even there we are strangers—for my part I have never so much as seen Donna Isabella, or exchanged a word with any of the servants since they came to the place—though indeed they have not been here above eight days.
Flora. But how long has my Lady kept this vow of avoiding all your sex?
Jerome. Eighteen months.
Flora. Eighteen weeks! what a time!
Jerome. Months.
Flora. Months! she has certainly lost her senses.