M. Let me be judge of both—Parents are only to live for their children, let them deserve it or not. That's their dutiful notion!
D. Heaven forbid that I should wish, if there be two interests between my mother and me, that my mother postpone her own for mine!—or give up any thing that would add to the real comforts of her life to oblige me!— Tell me, my dear Mamma, if you think the closing with this proposal will?
M. I say, that ten thousand pounds is such an acquisition to one's family, that the offer of it deserves a civil return.
D. Not the offer, Madam: the chance only!—if indeed you have a view to an increase of family, the money may provide—
M. You can't keep within tolerable bounds!—That saucy fleer I cannot away with—
D. Dearest, dearest Madam, forgive me; but old soul ran in my head again!—Nay, indeed, and upon my word, I will not be robbed of that charming smile! And again I kissed her hand.
M. Away, bold creature! Nothing can be so provoking as to be made to smile when one would choose, and ought, to be angry.
D. But, dear Madam, if it be to be, I presume you won't think of it before next winter.
M. What now would the pert one be at?
D. Because he only proposes to entertain you with pretty stories of foreign nations in a winter's evening.—Dearest, dearest Madam, let me have all the reading of his letter through. I will forgive him all he says about me.