Loveyet. I dare say she is admired by all who have the pleasure of knowing her.
Worthnought. Give me leave, sir,—I mean her lover.
Loveyet. Conceited ape!
[Aside.
Worthnought. You have no pretensions, sir, I presume.
Loveyet. Pretensions?
Worthnought. Aye, sir; I thought you might have a small penchant, as the French call it;—you apprehend me; but she don't intend to see company to-day. I am monstrously chagrin'd, sir, 'foregad, that I have it not in my power to introduce you to the divine mistress of my heart; but, as matters are circumstanc'd, I think it is not worth our while to stay.
Loveyet. I mean to see Miss Trueman before I shall think so.
Worthnought. Oh, fie, sir;—you wou'd not force a lady to give you her company against her inclination:—perhaps, indeed, she may appear to receive you with some warmth, and you may flatter yourself you have fairly made a canquest of her, and think Dick Worthnought esquire, is out-rival'd; but if so, you are most demnably bit, 'foregad, for she's as slippery as ice, tho' not quite so cold;—she is the very standard of true modern coquetry, the quintessence of the beau-monde, and the completest example of New-York levity, that New-York has the hanor to call its beautiful inhabitant: ha, ha,—she'll jilt you;—however, the dear creature, with all her amiable foibles, has been so profuse of her attention to me, that I should be ungrateful not to acknowledge the various favours she has hanor'd me with.
Loveyet. Consummate impudence! [Aside.]—Miss Trueman's character is well known, sir.