Eug. Whatever you choose, so long as you believe I mean what I say. I’ll never marry you. You might be all you say, and fifty other things beside, but I’ll never marry any man without a capacity.
Torr. Capacity! without a Capacity! I who have the family estate, and my ancestors painted in a row on the patent in my saddle-bags! I who—
Enter Alonso.
Alon. Well, nephew, here you are at last; I’ve been hunting every where to tell you the good news.
Torr. And what may that be, pray?
Alon. That your cousin Eugenia cordially accepts your offer, and—
Torr. Oh, indeed, does she so? I tell you she’s a very odd way of doing it then. Oh uncle, she has said that to me I wouldn’t say to my gelding.
Alon. To you?
Torr. Ay, to me—here—on this spot—just now.