CHARLOTTE
Oh! [eagerly] you sentimental, grave girls, when your hearts are once touched, beat us rattles a bar's length. And so you are quite in love with this he-angel?
MARIA
In love with him! How can you rattle so, Charlotte? am I not going to be miserable? [Sighs.] In love with a gentleman I never saw but one hour in my life, and don't know his name! No; I only wished that the man I shall marry may look, and talk, and act, just like him. Besides, my dear, he is a married man.
CHARLOTTE
Why, that was good-natured—he told you so, I suppose, in mere charity, to prevent you falling in love with him?
MARIA
He didn't tell me so; [peevishly] he looked as if he was married.
CHARLOTTE
How, my dear; did he look sheepish?