Flora. Eighteen weeks! what a time!
Jerome. Months.
Flora. Months! she has certainly lost her senses.
Jerome. Not she.
Flora. O but I am sure she must have lost some of them.
Jerome. I tell you no.—But I must leave you now, Mrs. Flora, for yonder is Don Antonio, and I believe he is coming this way.
Flora. I thought no man was admitted into the castle but you, Mr. Jerome?
Jerome. Yes; Don Antonio lives here—but then he is my Lady's uncle; and you know there can be no fear of her falling in love with him, as he is a relation.
Flora. But you are no relation, Mr. Jerome.
Jerome. Why, as you say, she might fall in love with me—Stranger things have happened—and to tell you the truth, she does not seem positive she shan't, for she bids me keep out of her sight as much as possible, for fear I should put her in mind of that handsome villain that brought her to this retirement.