Aunt. O fie, no more of that to your husband, Biddy.
Hump. No matter, I like it as well as duck or love; I know my cousin loves me as well as I do her.
Aunt. I'll leave you together; I must go and get ready an entertainment for you when you come home. [Exit.
Hump. Well, cousin, are you constant? Do you hate me still?
Niece. As much as ever.
Hump. What an happiness it is, when peoples' inclinations jump! I wish I knew what to do with you. Can you get nobody, d'ye think, to marry you?
Niece. Oh! Clerimont, Clerimont! Where art thou? [Aside.
Enter Aunt and Captain Clerimont, disguised.
Aunt. This, sir, is the lady whom you are to draw. You see, sir, as good flesh and blood as a man would desire to put in colours—I must have her maiden picture.