Capt. A. Then I must have forgot; it can't be the same person.
Sir A. Jack, Jack! what think you of blooming, love-breathing seventeen?
Capt. A. As to that, sir, I am quite indifferent: if I can please you in the matter, 'tis all I desire.
Sir A. Nay, but, Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! Oh, Jack, lips, smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting, more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! Oh! Jack! Jack!
Capt. A. And which is to be mine, sir; the niece, or the aunt?
Sir A. Why, you unfeeling, insensible puppy, I despise you! When I was of your age, such a description would have made me fly like a rocket! The aunt, indeed! Odds life! when I ran away with your mother, I would not have touched anything old or ugly to gain an empire.
Capt. A. Not to please your father, sir?
Sir A. To please my father—zounds! not to please—Oh! my father? Oddso! yes, yes! if my father, indeed, had desired—that's quite another matter. Though he wasn't the indulgent father that I am, Jack.
Capt. A. I dare say not, sir.
Sir A. But, Jack, you are not sorry to find your mistress is so beautiful?