AMANDA.
Heaven knows I would not.
BERINTHIA.
Why, you can’t tell but there may be some one as tenderly attached to Townly, whom you boast of as your conquest, as you can be to your husband?
AMANDA.
I’m sure, I never encouraged his pretensions.
BERINTHIA.
Psha! psha! no sensible man ever perseveres to love without encouragement. Why have you not treated him as you have Lord Foppington?
AMANDA.
Because he presumed not so far. But let us drop the subject. Men, not women, are riddles. Mr. Loveless now follows some flirt for variety, whom I’m sure he does not like so well as he does me.
BERINTHIA.
That’s more than you know, madam.
AMANDA.
Why, do you know the ugly thing?
BERINTHIA.
I think I can guess at the person; but she’s no such ugly thing neither.
AMANDA.
Is she very handsome?
BERINTHIA.
Truly I think so.