said that my cousin Martin could not have done it so well.
Your cousin Martin! would any one compare you together? Don't you know how much every body is delighted with you?
La, no! nobody tells me any thing about it.
Indeed! that is very extraordinary: but they have their own ends in that. Don't they watch you, and keep always somebody near you?
To be sure my aunt often desires my cousin to take care of me when we go out.
I thought so.—Ah! my charming Hanabella!
(Sighs two or three times, but she continues staring vacantly, without taking any notice of it.)
JENKINS (aside to Worshipton as he walks near his hiding place, rather at a loss what to do).
Give a good heavy grunt, sir, and she'll ask what's the matter with you: mere sighing is no more to her than the blowing of your nose.
