"By Jove!" said the man, "she is the most beautiful creature I ever saw in my life!"
Lord Orville laughed, but answered, "Yes, a pretty, modest-looking girl!"
"Oh, my lord," cried the other, "she is an angel!"
"A silent one," returned he.
"Why, my lord, she looks all intelligence and expression!"
"A poor, weak girl," answered Lord Orville, shaking his head. "Whether ignorant or mischievous, I will not pretend to determine; but she attended to all I said to her with the most immovable gravity."
Here Maria was called to dance, and so heard no more.
Now, tell me, sir, did you ever know anything more provoking? "A poor, weak girl! Ignorant and mischievous!" What mortifying words! I would not live here for the world. I care not how soon I leave.