Your good opinion, my angel, is the pride and pleasure of my heart; and if the most respectful tenderness for you, and an utter indifference for all your sex besides, can make me worthy of your esteem, I shall richly merit it.
CHARLOTTE
All my sex besides, Mr. Dimple!—you forgot your tete-a-tete with
Letitia.
DIMPLE
How can you, my lovely angel, cast a thought on that insipid, wry-mouthed, ugly creature!
CHARLOTTE
But her fortune may have charms?
DIMPLE
Not to a heart like mine. The man, who has been blessed with the good opinion of my Charlotte, must despise the allurements of fortune.