Fred. At least I will try.
Eve. Begin now; tell me of my faults.
Fred. No, no; that would be a very ungrateful task.
Eve. Oh, if you neglect all tasks that are not pleasant, you are too like me to allow of my hoping to learn any thing of you.
Fred. Very aptly put, Eve. Well then, you are too giddy, and too apt to laugh when you should sigh.
Eve. Oh, but I am naturally rather—jolly. Mamma has taught me to be so. Mamma’s views are so entirely opposed to yours.
Fred. Yes; I am deeply sorry for it. If it were not so, perhaps Mrs. Van Brugh would like me better.
Eve. Mamma does like you, dear. She thinks you are very grave and precise and methodical, but I am sure she likes you—or why did she consent to our engagement?
Fred. Because she loves you so well that she has the heart to thwart you in nothing. She is an admirable woman—good, kind—charitable beyond measure—beloved, honored, and courted by all——