TRIP. No! I came with my verses, but she said you were not there.
WOFF. Who said so?
TRIP. The charming young lady who helped me with her own hand to nectar and ambrosia.
WOFF. A young lady?
TRIP. About twenty-two.
WOFF. In a travelling dress?
TRIP. Yes—brown hair—blue eyes! I poured out all to her;—that I expected to find you; that Mr. Vane admired you; and that you were sitting to me for your portrait; that I lived at 10, Hercules Buildings, and should be proud to show her the picture for her judgment.
WOFF. You told her all this?
TRIP. I did. Do you know her?
WOFF. Yes.