D. No, Madam; he can't expect that, as you have a daughter, and as he
is a bachelor, and has not a child!--Poor old soul!
M. Old soul, Nancy!--And thus to call him for being a bachelor, not
having a child!--Does this become you?
D. Not old soul for that, Madam--but half the sum; five thousand
pounds; you can't engage for less, Madam.
M. That sum has your approbation then? [Looking as if she'd be even
with me].
D. As he leaves it to your generosity, Madam, to reward his kindness to
you, it can't be less.--Do, dear Madam, permit me, without incurring your
displeasure, to call him poor old soul again.
M. Never was such a whimsical creature!--[turning away to hide her
involuntary smile, for I believe I looked very archly; at least I
intended to do so]--I hate that wicked sly look. You give yourself very
free airs--don't you?
D. I snatched her hand, and kissed it--My dear Mamma, be not angry with
your girl!--You have told me, that you was very lively formerly.
M. Formerly! Good lack!--But were I to encourage his proposals, you
may be sure, that for Mr. Hickman's sake, as well as your's, I should
make a wise agreement.