Sir Luke. Have not we been married the tenth of next April sixteen years?
Lady. Not so long.—
Sir Luke. Did you not come over the year of the great Eclipse? answer me that.
Lady. I don't remember it.
Sir Luke. But I do—and shall remember it as long as I live—the first time I saw you, was in the garden of the Dutch Envoy; you were looking through a glass at the sun—I immediately began to make love to you, and the whole affair was settled while the eclipse lasted—just one hour, eleven minutes, and three seconds.
Lady. But what is all this to my age?
Sir Luke. Because I know you were at that time near seventeen—and without one qualification except your youth—and not being a Mullatto.
Lady. Sir Luke, Sir Luke, this is not to be borne—
Sir Luke. Oh! yes—I forgot—you had two letters of recommendation, from two great families in England.
Lady. Letters of recommendation!