Don Jer. I'm transported to hear it! Well, and you were astonished at her beauty, hey?
Isaac. I was astonished, indeed! Pray, how old is Miss?
Don Jer. How old? let me see—eight and twelve—she is twenty.
Isaac. Twenty?
Don Jer. Ay, to a month.
Isaac. Then, upon my soul, she is the oldest-looking girl of her age in Christendom!
Don Jer. Do you think so? But, I believe, you will not see a prettier girl.
Isaac. Here and there one.
Don Jer. Louisa has the family face.
Isaac. [Aside.] Yes, egad, I should have taken it for a family face, and one that has been in the family some time, too.