SYLVESTER [gazes at her for some moments, then unable to restrain himself].
Ah, Margery! if Heaven had given me such a wife as you——
MARGERY [rises].
Heaven didn’t, and there’s an end of it.
SYLVESTER [rises].
Forgive me! how can I help admiring you?
MARGERY.
Can’t you admire me without telling me? It’s well to make the best of what we have, instead of trying to make the worst of what we haven’t.
SYLVESTER.