To which she answered—“At present it is.”
“At present! do you suspect you shall change your sentiments?”
“Women sometimes do.”
“But before that change can take place, your acquaintance will be at an end: for it is that which I shall next insist upon, and to which you can have no objection.”
She replied, “I had rather it should continue.”
“On what account?” cried Dorriforth.
“Because it entertains me.”
“For shame, for shame!” returned he; “it endangers your character and your happiness. Yet again, do not suffer me to interfere, if the breaking with Lord Frederick can militate against your felicity.”
“By no means,” she answered; “Lord Frederick makes part of my amusement, but could never constitute my felicity.”
“Miss Woodley,” said Dorriforth, “do you comprehend your friend in the same literal and unequivocal sense that I do?”