Miss Rich. Olivia not his sister? Olivia not Leontine's sister? You amaze me!
Garnet. No more his sister than I am; I had it all from his own servant; I can get anything from that quarter.
Miss Rich. But how? Tell me again, Garnet.
Garnet. Why madam, as I told you before, instead of going to Lyons to bring home his sister, who has been there with her aunt these ten years he never went further than Paris; there he saw and fell in love with this young lady: by the bye, of a prodigious family.
Miss Rich. And brought her home to my guardian, as his daughter.
Garnet. Yes, and daughter she will be. If he don't consent to their marriage, they talk of trying what a Scotch parson can do.
Miss Rich. Well, I own they have deceived me—And so demurely as Olivia carried it too!—Would you believe it, Garnet, I told her all my secrets; and yet the sly cheat concealed all this from me?
Garnet. And, upon my word, madam, I don't much blame her; she was loth to trust one with her secrets, that was so very bad at keeping her own.
Miss Rich. But, to add to their deceit, the young gentleman, it seems, pretends to make me serious proposals. My guardian and he are to be here presently, to open the affair in form. You know I am to lose half my fortune if I refuse him.
Garnet. Yet what can you do? for being, as you are, in love with Mr. Honeywood, madam—