You delight, you transport me! on my knees I thank you, most bewitching of creatures!
MISS FRANKLAND.
Rise up, Sir John, and waste no thanks on so small an obligation; but hear me out. With-holding my consent is a cruelty, as you are pleased to call it, of which I shall never be guilty, since what will never be given, cannot be said to be withheld for any period.
SIR JOHN (rising from his knees angrily).
Upon my honour. Miss Frankland, you are a practised angler, a very practised angler, no doubt; but do not think to hook a trout with bait that suits a gudgeon.
MISS FRANKLAND.
You are angry. Sir John, and that admonishes me that I should be plain—that I should be honest.
SIR JOHN.
Ay, very honest, no doubt. (Going hastily away, and returning.) Nay, nay, nay! I am not angry; and you shall be as honest as you will, but kind at the same time.
