Didst thou not see me making faces to thee to stop thy foolish tongue?
BLOUNT.
And how was I to know what all those grimaces were meant for, when ladies, now-a-days, twist their features all manner of ways, as I am told, for the sake of expression?
LADY SHREWDLY.
Arabella Gozling, whom thou hast made so free with, is now the wife of Lord Worrymore, and a peeress of England.
BLOUNT (holding up his hands, and laughing heartily).
Every man to his own fancy! This good peer must have admired her as the most prudent piece of still life that ever wore mantua and petticoat.
LADY SHREWDLY.
Quite wrong again, friend; he married her as a high-toned, ardent enthusiast.
BLOUNT.
When my grandmother links herself to a third husband, I may believe that he marries her as a round, dimpled Hebe of fifteen. An imaginative ardent enthusiast! How could the creature so transmogrify herself? ay, or think of such a change?
