AMANDA.
And pray what is that?
BERINTHIA.
It is to assure me—I shall be very welcome.
AMANDA.
If that be all, you shall e’en sleep here tonight.
BERINTHIA.
Tonight.
AMANDA.
Yes, tonight.
BERINTHIA.
Why, the people where I lodge will think me mad.
AMANDA.
Let ’em think what they please.
BERINTHIA.
Say you so, Amanda? Why, then, they shall think what they please: for I’m a young widow, and I care not what anybody thinks.—Ah, Amanda, it’s a delicious thing to be a young widow!
AMANDA.
You’ll hardly make me think so.
BERINTHIA.
Poh! because you are in love with your husband.