And her colour went and came.
D. Dear Madam, [but, indeed, I don't love a Harlowe—that's what I mean,] I am your child, and must be your child, do what you will.
M. A very pert one, I am sure, as ever mother bore! And you must be my child, do what I will!—as much as to say, you would not, if you could help it, if I—
D. How could I have such a thought!—It would be forward, indeed, if I had—when I don't know what your mind is as to the proposal:—when the proposal is so very advantageous a one too.
M. [Looking a little less discomposed] why, indeed, ten thousand pounds——
D. And to be sure of outliving him, Madam!
M. Sure!—nobody can be sure—but it is very likely that——
D. Not at all, Madam. You was going to read something (but stopped) about his constitution: his sobriety is well known—Why, Madam, these gentlemen who have used the sea, and been in different climates, and come home to relax from cares in a temperate one, and are sober—are the likeliest to live long of any men in the world. Don't you see that his very skin is a fortification of buff?
M. Strange creature!
D. God forbid, that any body I love and honour should marry a man in hopes to bury him—but suppose, Madam, at your time of life——