Mar. I will tell you another time. It is later than I thought. (Looking at her watch.)
Ag. Dont go yet. How stands it with you and a certain gentleman I recommended to your notice?
Mar. O! he does not know whether I am tall or short, brown or fair, foolish or sensible, after all the pains I have taken with him: he has eyes, ears, and understanding, for nobody but you, Agnes, and I will attempt him no more. He spoke to me once with animation in his countenance, and I turned round to listen to him eagerly, but it was only to repeat to me something you had just said, which, to deal plainly with you, had not much wit in it neither, I dont know how it is, he seemed to me at first a pleasanter man than he proves to be.
Ag. Oh! say not so, Mariane! he proves to be most admirable!
Mar. Well, be it so, he cannot prove better than I wish him to do, and I can make up my list without him. I have a love letter from an Irish baronet in my pocket, and Opal will declare himself presently.—I thought once he meant only to plead for his friend, but I would not let him off so, for I know he is a mercenary creature. I have flattered him a little at the expence of Sir Loftus, and I hope ere long to see him set up for a great man upon his own bottom.
Ag. So it was only to repeat to you something that I had been saying?
Mar. Ha! you are thinking of this still. I be-