And if I can give you no more, your suit of course is at an end, and free to be preferred in some more worthy and favourable quarter.
SIR JOHN.
O, do not say so! a more favourable, I painfully feel, may be easily found; a more worthy, never.
MISS FRANKLAND.
You set upon me an imaginary value.
SIR JOHN.
Call it not so: I repeat my words; and permit me to add, adorable girl, that where worth is, favour deserves to be waited for. Say, that in a fortnight hence, I may have some chance of subduing your reluctance.
MISS FRANKLAND (shaking her head).
I cannot.
SIR JOHN.
In a month, then?
MISS FRANKLAND (as before).
That would make no difference.
SIR JOHN.
Say two months, then—six months; ay, a whole year, if you can be so cruel as to withhold your consent to make me happy for so long a period.
