L. Plau. Why, seriously then, she has told me viscountess sounded prettily.
Nov. And me, that Novel was a name she would sooner change hers for than for any title in England.
L. Plau. She has commended the softness and respectfulness of my behaviour.
Nov. She has praised the briskness of my raillery, of all things, man.
L. Plau. The sleepiness of my eyes she liked.
Nov. Sleepiness! dulness, dulness. But the fierceness of mine she adored.
L. Plau. The brightness of my hair she liked.
Nov. The brightness! no, the greasiness, I warrant. But the blackness and lustre of mine she admires.
L. Plau. The gentleness of my smile.