“Well!”
“Then he marries you!”
“Oh!”
“Don’t scream. He marries you, and yet he does not. My nephew Charles shall personate a notary. Then, married, I leave the rest to you, ’tis your business to drive him mad, as of course you know. Then, then we will do with him as we please.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” (no more tears now, unless from laughter,) “ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh! Oh, how I’ll teaze him—how I’ll worry him—how he shall repent—ah, ah, ah.”
“Oh but not at first!”
“Oh, dear no! shall I be merry, or downcast, or reserved?”
“No, not at all.”
“Shall I weep, or cry?”
“No, you must appear a simple country lass.”