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think him one of the most brazen first sights that ever astonished my senses.
Miss Hard. Sure, Sir, you rally! I never saw any one so modest.
Hard. And can you be serious ! I never saw such a bouncing swaggering puppy since I was born. Bully Dawson was but a fool to him.
Miss Hard. Surprising! He met me with a respectful bow, a stammering voice, and a look fixed on the ground.
Hard. He met me with a loud voice, a lordly air, and a familiarity that made my blood freeze again.
Miss Hard. He treated me with diffidence and respect; censured the manners of the age ; admired the prudence of girls that never laughed ; tired me with apologies for being tiresome; then left the room with a bow, and, Madam, I would not for the world
Hard. He spoke to me as if he knew me all his life before. Asked twenty questions, and never waited for an answer. Interrupted my best remarks with some silly pun, and when I was in my best story of the Duke of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, he asked if I had not a good hand at making punch. Yes, Kate, he ask'd your father if he was a maker of punch!
Miss Hard. One of us must certainly be mistaken.
Hard. If he be what he has shewn himself, I'm determined he shall never have my consent.
Miss Hard. And if he be the sullen thing I take him, he shall never have mine.
Hard. In one thing then we are agreed-to reject him.
Miss Hard. Yes. But upon conditions. For if you should find him less impudent, and I more presuming; if you find him more respectful, and I more importunate- I don't know the fellow is well enough for a man-Certainly we don't meet many such at a horse race in the country.
Hard. If we should find him so But that's im. possible. The first appearance has done
business. I'm seldom deceived in that.
Miss Hard. And yet there may be many good qualities under that first appearance.
Hard. Ay, when a girl finds a fellow's outside to her taste, she then sets about guessing the rest of his furniture. With her, a smooth face stands for good sense, and a genteel figure for every virtue.
Miss Hard. I hope, Sir, a conversation begun with a compliment to my good sense, won't end with a sneer at my understanding?
Hard. Pardon me, Kate. But if young Mr. Brazen can find the art of reconciling contradictions, he may please us both, perhaps.
Miss Hard. And as one of us must be mistaken, what if we go to make further discoveries ?
Hard. Agreed. But depend on't I'm in the right.
Miss Hard. And depend on’t I'm not much in the wrong.
Enter Tony, running in with a casket. Tony. Ecod! I have got them. Here they are. My Cousin Con's necklaces, bobs and all. My mo. ther shan't cheat the poor souls out of their fortune neither. O! my genius, is that you ?
Enter HASTINGS. Hast. My dear friend, how have you managed with your mother? I hope you have amused her with pretending love for your cousin, and that you are willing to be reconciled at last? Our horses will be refreshed in a short time, and we shall soon be ready to set off.
Tony. And here's something to bear your charges by the way, [giving the casket. ] Your sweetheart's jewels. Keep them, and hang those, I say, that would rob you of one of them.
Hast. But how have you procured them from your mother?
Tony. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. I procured them by the rule of thumb. If I had not a key to every drawer in mother's bureau, how could I go to the alehouse so often as I do? An honest man may rob himself of his own at any time,
Hast. Thousands do it every day. But to be plain with you; Miss Neville is endeavouring to procure them from her aunt this very instant. If she succeeds, it will be the most delicate way at least of obtaining them.
Tony. Well, keep them, till you know how it will be. But I know how it will be well enough, she'd as soon part with the only sound tooth in her head.
Hast. But I dread the effects of her resentment, when she finds she has lost them.
Tony. Never you mind her resentment, leave me to manage that. I dont value her resentment the bounce of a cracker. Zounds! here they are. Morrice. Prance.
Enter Mrs. HARDCASTLE, and Miss Neville. Mrs. Hard. Indeed, Constance, you amaze me. Such a girl as you want jewels ! It will be time enough for jewels, my dear, twenty years hence, when your beauty begins to want repairs.
Miss Nev. But what will repair beauty at forty, will certainly improve it at twenty, Madam.
Mrs. Hard. Yours, my dear, can admit of none. That natural blush is beyond a thousand ornaments. Besides, child, jewels are quite out at present. Don't you see half the ladies of our acquaintance, my Lady Kill-day-light, and Mr. Crump, and the rest of them, carry their jewels to town, and bring nothing but paste and marcasites back.
Miss Nev. But who knows, Madam, but somebody that shall be nameless would like me best with all-my little finery about me?
Mrs. Hard. Consult your glass, my dear, and then see if, with such a pair of eyes, you want any better sparklers. What do you think, Tony, my dear, does
your cousin Con. want any jewels, in your eyes, to set off her beauty.
Tony. That's as thereafter may be.
Miss Nev. My dear aunt, if you knew how it would oblige me.
Mrs. Hard. A parcel of old-fashioned rose and table-cut things. They would make you look like the court of king Solomon at a puppet-shew. Besides, I believe I can't readily come at them. They may be missing for aught I know to the contrary.
Tony. [ Apart to Mrs. Hard.] Then why don't you tell her so at once, as she's so longing for them. Tell her they're lost. It's the only way to quiet her. Say they're lost, and call me to bear witness.
Mrs. Hard. [ Apart to Tony] You know, my dear, I'm only keeping them for you. So if I say they're gone, you'll bear me witness, will you? He! he! hé!
Tony. Never fear me. Ecod! I'll say I saw them taken out with my own eyes.
Miss Nev. I desire them but for a day, Madam. Just to be permitted to shew them as relics, and then they may be lock'd up again.
Mrs. Hard. To be plain with you, my dear Constance; if I could find them, you should have them. They're missing, I assure you. Lost, for aught I know; but we must have patience wherever they are.
Miss Nev. I'll not believe it; this is but a shallow pretence to deny me. I know they're too valuable to be so slightly kept, and as you are to answer for the loss.