Harriet. For your part, you seem'd to be neither laughing nor crying, but rather displeas'd and uneasy.
Maria. Oh, you mistake the matter entirely, my dear; your skill in physiognomy is but indifferent, I find—why, after the tragedy was over, I laugh'd most inordinately for a considerable time.
Harriet. On what account, pray?
Maria. Why, you must know, my dear, Mr. Frankton sat in the box opposite to the one I was in.
Harriet. Yes, I know your dear Mr. Frankton was in the opposite box.
Maria. My dear Mr. Frankton! Did I say so? Why I could not say more of him, were he my husband.
Harriet. If you conform to custom, you would not say so much of a husband.
Maria. But I did not say any such thing. Says I, you must know, my dear Harriet——
Harriet. No, no, there was no Harriet mentioned.
Maria. But I say there was—so, as I was going to tell you, you must know, my dear Harriet, that Mr. Frankton sat opposite to me at the theatre; and as he seem'd to be very much chagrin'd at the attention which was paid me by a couple of beaux, I took some pains to mortify him a little; for, tho' he strove to hide his uneasiness by chattering, and whispering, and tittering, and shewing his white teeth, his embarrassment was very visible under his affected unconcern.