Pao. Why—from a mother as affectionate as you—what but the hand of your daughter?
Ver. What do you say?
Pao. Believe me, there is no young man more worthy to possess her. He loves her—loves her devotedly; but the poor fellow wants some encouragement—some protection.... Oh, do take him under your protecting wings!
Ver. (choking with suppressed vexation). Ah!... under my wings?
Pao. I have already given him a hint as to his right course. “If you want canes, you must go to the cane-brake....”
Ver. (aside). You and your cane-brakes!
Pao. A mother who has attained a certain age....
Ver. (aside). A certain age!!
Pao. Such a mother, I say, should have no other thought than that of settling her daughter comfortably before she dies....
Ver. (aside). Before she dies!!!