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Why, Madam, says the Cousin, a Gentleman will always be a Gentleman, and will treat you as you deserve, like a Lady, and like a Person of Distinction; but a Scoundrel knows not how to use a Lady well, when he has her.
Well, but Cousin, who would lay you out for me then? says the Lady.
Why, Madam, says the Cousin, there's your Neighbour, Sir Adam ———
Fie, Cousin, says the Lady, how can you talk so? Why, he's an old Man; I'll never take a Man older than my self.
Why, Madam, says the Cousin, when we are young, we always say, the Man should be at least, ten Years older than the Woman.
Ay, then; Then was Then, but Now's Now, Cousin. Why, sure, you don't think ———: What should I do with an old Man almost seventy?
Nay, Madam, says the Cousin, I don't know what your Ladyship should take any Man, old or young, for; I think you are perfectly happy as you are; but if you don't like him, there's Sir John ———, he is younger than your Ladyship by ten Years.
I wonder at you, Cousin, says the Lady; why, he is a sickly, decaying Gentleman; he is troubled with I know not how many Distempers.
No Distemper, Madam, says the Cousin, but the Gout.
Well, the Gout, says the Lady, that's enough; I have no mind to be a Nurse, I assure you.
Well, Madam, and will your Ladyship have this young Fellow then? I profess, 'tis scandalous.
Why,
