Ursula. So, Mrs. Flora, I give you joy of your new sweetheart—For shame, for shame, I saw what passed.
Flora. Lord bless you—it is only a woman.
Ursula. A woman!
Flora. Aye, in men's clothes, like the master, and so there could be no harm you know.
Ursula. I did not know the servant was a woman too!
Flora. Why, I am not sure of it—but I thought so when I let him kiss me, and I thought so when I promised to meet him in the grove—and I will e'en go—for I dare say 'tis only a woman.
Ursula. Aye, now I think of it again, I am sure it is not a man—Do you suppose a Lady in disguise, would take a man-servant to attend her?
Flora. Very true; and I wish, Ursula, you would go instead of me to the grove, for I am so busy just at this time—
Ursula. And yet old Jerome says, and I never knew Jerome mistaken in my life, he says it is a man—however, I am not afraid of him if it is, and I will go instead of you.
Flora. No, Ursula—I will go after all—for if it should prove a man, and he should behave rude to you, oh! my dear Ursula, I should never be happy, that I did not take it all upon myself. [ Exeunt separately.