ly—It is my natural manner to be remarkably easy—But I—(pauses.)
Mar. Have never condescended to assume any other than your natural manner, I hope.
Op. O! not at all, I detest affectation; there is nothing I detest so much—But upon my soul! I can't tell how it is, I have been graver of late. I am, indeed, sometimes thoughtful.
Mar. O fye upon it! dont be so any more. It is quite old fashioned and ridiculous now. (To Agnes, winking at her.) Did you see my gloves any where about the room, cousin?
Op. I'll find them. (Goes to look for them with great briskness.—Servant announces Miss Eston.)
Op. Pest take her! I stared at her once in a mistake, and she has ogled and followed me ever since.
Enter Miss Eston, running up to Mariane and Agnes, and pretending not to see Opal, though she cannot help looking askance at him while she speaks.
Est. O my dear creatures! you can't think how I have longed to see you. Mrs. Thomson kept me so long this morning, and you know she is an intolerable talker. (Pretending to discover Opal) O! how do you do, Mr. Opal? I declare I did not observe you!
Op. (With a distant haughty bow.) I am obliged to you, ma'am.
