Mar. Then you will not be displeased at the likeness we have traced, when you do.
Op. (Relaxing from his dignity, and highly pleased.) The greatest pleasure of my life, ma'am, will be to resemble what pleases you. (Mariane tips Agnes the wink, and she retires to the bottom of the stage.)
Mar. You flatter me infinitely.
Op. Ah! call it not flattery, charming Miss Withrington! for now I will have the boldness to own to you frankly, I have been, since the first moment I beheld you, your most sincere, your most passionate admirer. Upon hon—(correcting himself) 'faith I have!
Mar. Nothing but my own want of merit can make me doubt of any thing Mr. Opal asserts upon his honour or his faith. (Turning and walking towards the bottom of the stage, whilst Opal follows her stalking in dumb show; then Agnes joins them, and they all come forward to the front.)
Ag. to Mar. How much that turn of his head puts me mind of the Colonel.
Mar. So it does, my Agnes. (To Opal.) Pray have the goodness to hold it so for a moment! There now, it is just the very thing. (Opal holds his head in a constrained ridiculous posture, and then makes a conceited bow.) His very manner of bowing too! one would swear it was the Colonel!
Ag. Yes, only the Colonel is more familiar, more easy in his carriage.
Op. O! Ma'am! I assure you I have former-