Flora’s almost a hoyden.
L. (aside).How stupid of me!
D. They meet at night, Laura: unless he dares
To pass my chamber-door, ’tis in the garden.
Your window looks that way. I thought last night
You might have heard them.
L.Why, it’s very unlikely
I should hear through the window.
D.Still, your window
Gives you an opportunity to watch.