Eliza. You hate detraction, I see, cousin. [Apart to Olivia.
Nov. But the silly old fury, whilst she affects to look like a woman of this age, talks—
Oliv. Like one of the last; and as passionately as an old courtier who has outlived his office.
Nov. Yes, madam; but pray let me give you her character. Then she never counts her age by the years, but—
Oliv. By the masques she has lived to see.
Nov. Nay then, madam, I see you think a little harmless railing too great a pleasure for any but yourself; and therefore I've done.
Oliv. Nay, faith, you shall tell me who you had there at dinner.
Nov. If you would hear me, madam.
Oliv. Most patiently; speak, sir.
Nov. Then, we had her daughter—