RACHEL Well, yes.
RICHARD Why, of course, then, I consent. A true lover always consents to the follies of his lady-love.
RACHEL Thank you, Dick; I trust the glass will sustain your character. Now; when I draw the curtain—
RICHARD [Staying her hand.] What if I be false?
RACHEL Then, sir, the glass will reflect you as the subtle fox that you are.
RICHARD And you—as the goose?
RACHEL Very likely. Ah! but, Richard dear, we mustn’t laugh. It may prove very serious. You do not guess—you do not dream all the mysteries—
RICHARD [Shaking his head, with a grave smile.] You pluck at too many mysteries; sometime they may burn your fingers. Remember our first mother Eve!
RACHEL But this is the glass of truth; and Goody Rickby told me—