Torr. Not till I’ve had my supper, I promise you. Oh, I don’t care for all your sour looks, not I, nor your threats of revenge neither.
Clara. You don’t?
Torr. No, I defy you.
Clara. Not if I were to prove to you that she you slighted me for loves another?
Torr. Oh, cousin Clara!
Clara. Shall I prove it to you?
Torr. Oh, if my ancestors could hear this, what would they say?
Clara. I don’t know. But you may hear if you like what she says to your rival.
Torr. Ha!
Clara. Go into this balcony, and you will hear her talking to him in the street.