Let us compromise the difference, then. Stay here but one quarter of an hour, and I'll give you my word of honour to go at the end of it.
MISS FRANKLAND.
Even that promise cannot detain me.
[Exit hastily.
COLONEL FRANKLAND.
What did the saucy girl say to you just now, when she frowned so?
SIR JOHN (conceitedly).
O! young ladies' frowns are like dreams, and must be interpreted by contraries.
COLONEL FRANKLAND.
Not those of Fanny Frankland, however; she frowns not on man, woman, or child, without being really displeased. This looks unpromising, Sir John.
SIR JOHN.
Not a whit—not a whit, my dear Colonel, I have known a man refused by a fair mistress three times in the course of one little month, and married to her at the end of it.
COLONEL FRANKLAND.
Then let me freely tell you, Sir, that the wooer and the wooed were, in that case, worthy of one another.
