Gama. But no mere girls, my good young gentleman!
With all the college learning that you boast,
The youngest there will prove a match for you!
Cyril. With all my heart, if she’s the prettiest!
Fancy—five hundred matches—all alight!
That’s if I strike them, as I hope to do.
Gama. Despair your hope—their hearts are dead to man.
He who desires to gain their favor must
Be qualified to strike their teeming brains,
And not their hearts! They’re safety-matches, sir,