LADY WISHFORT.
And how do I look, Foible?
FOIBLE.
Most killing well, madam.
LADY WISHFORT.
Well, and how shall I receive him? In what figure shall I give his heart the first impression?—Shall I sit?—No, I won't sit—I'll walk—ay, I'll walk from the door upon his entrance, and then turn full upon him.—No, that will be too sudden.—I'll lie—ay, I'll lie down.—I'll receive him in my little dressing-room; there is a couch.—Yes, yes, I'll give the first impression on a couch.—I won't lie neither, but loll and lean upon an elbow, with one foot a little dangling off, jogging in a thoughtful way.—Yes; and then as soon as he appears, start,—ay, start, and be surprised, and rise to meet him with most pretty disorder.
[136]: Congreve, Double Dealer.
MILLEFOND.
For heaven's sake, madam.