Aunt. Ay, 'tis certainly so—he wants to break his mind to me. [Aside.]
[Captain Clerimont passing.
Pounce. Oh, Mr. Clerimont, Mr. Clerimont——Ladies, pray let me introduce this young gentleman; he's my friend, a youth of great virtue and goodness, for all he's in a red coat.
Aunt. If he's your friend we need not doubt his virtue.
Cler. Ladies, you are taking the cool breath of the morning.
Niece. A pretty phrase. [Aside.
Aunt. That's the pleasantest time this warm weather.
Cler. Oh, 'tis the season of the pearly dews and gentle zephyrs.
Niece. Ay! pray mind that again, aunt. [Aside.