Niece. You promise to be constant?
Hump. Till death.
Niece. Thou best of savages!
Hump. Thou best of savages! Poor Biddy.
Aunt. Oh! the pretty couple, joking on one another—Well, how do you like your cousin Humphry now?
Niece. Much better than I thought I should. He's quite another thing than what I took him for—We have both the same passion for one another.
Hump. We wanted only an occasion to open our hearts, aunt.
Aunt. Oh, how this will rejoice my brother and Sir Harry! we'll go to 'em.
Hump. No, I must fetch a walk with a new acquaintance, Mr. Samuel Pounce.
Aunt. An excellent acquaintance for your husband; come, niece, come.