Mrs. B. Not I, indeed, my dear. Who was she?
Mr. B. Miss Cooke.
Mrs. B. Cooke? But, there are so many Cookes. Can't you distinguish her any way? Has she no Christian name?
Mr. B. Emma, I think. Yes, Emma.
Mrs. B. Emma Cooke? No; it can not be my friend Emma Cooke; for I am sure she was cut out for an old maid.
Mr. B. This lady seems to me to be cut out for a good wife.
Mrs. B. Maybe so. I am sure I'll never go to see her. Pray, my dear, how came you to see so much of her?
Mr. B. I have seen very little of her, my dear. I only saw her two or three times before she was married.
Mrs. B. Then, my dear, how could you decide that she was cut out for a good wife? I am sure you could not judge of her by seeing her only two or three times, and before she was married.
Mr. B. Indeed, my love, that is a very just observation.