What a charming frank disposition!—a most charming woman! You are a happy man, Charville, and a bold one too, after the dealings you have had with this wicked world, to become responsible for such a treasure. But you will tell me she is all perfection, and I will believe it.
CHARVILLE.
Nay, good Sir, if you are disposed to think well of my choice, I had better trust to that for doing her justice.
CRAFTON.
Ay, ay; I understand this grave restraint: you have applied the point of ridicule to many a poor Benedict; and when it comes to your own turn, you shrink from it. You are but a new recruit in this service of matrimony, and still belong to the awkward division.
CHARVILLE (smiling faintly).
Perhaps so. It is a pleasant morning: did you come by——(HereMrs. CharvilleandFreemantlepass from the bottom of the Stage into the garden.)——by the common?
CRAFTON.
Why, that lies miles off on the other side, you know.
