Oh, here comes Isaac! I hope he has
prospered in his suit.
_Don Ferd_. Doubtless, that agreeable figure of his must have helped
his suit surprisingly.
_Don Jer_. How now? [DON FERDINAND _walks aside_.]
_Enter_ ISAAC.
Well, my friend, have you softened her?
_Isaac_. Oh, yes; I have softened her.
_Don Jer_. What, does she come to?
_Isaac_. Why, truly, she was kinder than I expected to find her.
_Don Jer_. And the dear little angel was civil, eh?
_Isaac_. Yes, the pretty little angel was very civil.
_Don Jer_. I'm transported to hear it! Well, and you were astonished
at her beauty, hey?
_Isaac_. I was astonished, indeed! Pray, how old is Miss?
_Don Jer_. How old? let me see--eight and twelve--she is twenty.
_Isaac_. Twenty?
_Don Jer_. Ay, to a month.
_Isaac_. Then, upon my soul, she is the oldest-looking girl of her age
in Christendom!
_Don Jer_. Do you think so? But, I believe, you will not see a
prettier girl.
_Isaac_. Here and there one.
_Don Jer_. Louisa has the family face.
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] Yes, egad, I should have taken it for a family
face, and one that has been in the family some time, too.
_Don Jer_. She has her father's eyes.
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.]Truly, I should have guessed them to have been so!
If she had her mother's spectacles, I believe she would not see the
worse.
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