Con. Oh, mother, do not ask! If my complexion
From red to white should change in quick succession—
And then from white to red, oh, take no notice!
If my poor limbs shall tremble with emotion,
Pay no attention, mother—it is nothing!
If long and deep-drawn sighs I chance to utter,
Oh, heed them not, their cause must ne’er be known!
Mrs. P. My child, be candid; think not to deceive
The eagle-eyed pew-opener—you love!
Con. (aside).