Bless me, thought I, how shall I do to know whether this be an objection or a recommendation!
D. Will you forgive me, Madam?
M. What would the girl say? [looking as if she was half afraid to hear what.]
D. Only, that if you marry a man of his time of life, you stand two chances instead of one, to be a nurse at your time of life.
M. Saucebox!
D. Dear Madam!—What I mean is only that these healthy old men sometimes fall into lingering disorders all at once. And I humbly conceive, that the infirmities of age are uneasily borne with, where the remembrance of the pleasanter season comes not in to relieve the healthier of the two.
M. A strange girl!—Yet his healthy constitution an objection just now! —-But I have always told you, that you know either too much to be argued with, or too little for me to have patience with you.
D. I can't but say, I should be glad of your commands, Madam, how to behave myself to Mr. Antony Harlowe next time he comes.
M. How to behave yourself!—Why, if you retire with contempt of him, when he comes next, it will be but as you have been used to do of late.
D. Then he is to come again, Madam?