Lady H. You teach me, that am old enough to—hem!
Handy, jun. Oh! that toss of the head was very bad indeed—Look at me!—That's the thing!
Lady H. Am I to be insulted? Sir Abel, you know I seldom condescend to talk.
Sir Abel. Don't say so, my lady, you wrong yourself.
Lady H. But, when I do begin, you know not where it will end.
Sir Abel. Indeed I do not.
[Aside.
Lady H. I insist on receiving all possible respect from your son.
Handy, jun. And you shall have it, my dear girl!—Madam, I mean.
Lady H. I vow, I am agitated to that degree—Sir Abel! my fan.