Sir Charles. Did he talk of love?
Miss Hard. Much, sir.
Sir Charles. Amazing! and all this formally?
Miss Hard. Formally.
Hard. Now, my friend, I hope you are satisfied?
Sir Charles. And how did he behave, madam?
Miss Hard. As most professed admirers do. Said some civil things of my face: talked much of his want of merit, and the greatness of mine; mentioned his heart; gave a short tragedy speech, and ended with pretended rapture.
Sir Charles. Now I'm perfectly convinced, indeed. I know his conversation among women to be modest and submissive. This forward, canting, ranting manner by no means describes him, and I am confident he never sat for the picture.
Miss Hard. Then what, sir, if I should convince you to your face of my sincerity? If you and my papa, in about half-an-hour, will place yourselves behind that screen, you shall hear him declare his passion to me in person.
Sir Charles. Agreed. And if I find him what you describe, all my happiness in him must have an end.