Crab. I am very glad you think so, ma'am.
Mrs. Can. She has a charming fresh color.
Lady Teaz. Yes, when it is fresh put on.
Mrs. Can. Oh, fie! Her color is natural: I have seen it come and go!
Lady Teaz. I dare say you have, ma'am: it goes off at night, and comes again in the morning.
Sir Ben. True, ma'am, it not only comes and goes; but, what's more, her maid can fetch and carry it!
Mrs. Can. Ha! ha! ha! how I hate to hear you talk so! But surely now, her sister is, or was, very handsome.
Crab. Who? Mrs. Evergreen? Oh! she's six-and-fifty if she's an hour!
Mrs. Can. Now positively you wrong her; fifty-two or fifty-three is the utmost—and I don't think she looks more.
Sir Ben. Ah! there's no judging by her looks, unless one could see her face.