Capt. A. I have been revolving, and reflecting, and considering on your past goodness, and kindness, and condescension to me.
Sir A. Well, sir?
Capt. A. I have been likewise weighing and balancing, what you were pleased to mention concerning duty, and obedience, and authority.
Sir A. Why, now you talk sense, absolute sense; I never heard anything more sensible in my life. Confound you, you shall be Jack again!
Capt. A. I am happy in the appellation.
Sir A. Why then, Jack, my dear Jack, I will now inform you who the lady really is. Nothing but your passion and violence, you silly fellow, prevented me telling you at first. Prepare, Jack, for wonder and rapture—prepare! What think you of Miss Lydia Languish?
Capt. A. Languish! What, the Languishes of Worcestershire?
Sir A. Worcestershire! No! Did you never meet Mrs. Malaprop, and her niece, Miss Languish, who came into our country just before you were last ordered to your regiment?
Capt. A. Malaprop! Languish! I don't remember ever to have heard the name before. Yet, stay: I think I do recollect something. Languish, Languish! She squints, don't she? A little red-haired girl?
Sir A. Squints! A red-haired girl! Zounds, no!