yourself so distantly with me. You have sought a love-worn companion, and you have found a plain spoken friend. I am sorry to give you pain; deal more openly with me: when I know who this bewitching creature is, I shall, perhaps, judge more favourably of your passion
Har. It is Miss Agnes Withrington.
Col. Cousin to Miss Withrington the heiress?
Har. Yes it is she. What have I said to amaze you ?
Col. You amaze me, indeed!—,That little—forgive me if I were almost to say,—plain looking girl! Friendship would sympathize in your feelings; but, pardon me, Harwood, you have lost your wits.
Har. I believe I have, Colonel, which must plead my pardon, likewise, for expecting this friendship from you.
Col. You distress me.
Har. I distress myself still more, by suffering so long the pain of this conversation.
Col. Let us end it, then, as soon as you please. When you are in a humour to listen to reason, I shall be happy to have the honour of seeing you.
Har. When I am in that humour, sir, I will not balk it so much as to intrude upon your time.
Col. Let me see you, then, when you are not in that humour, and I shall the more frequently have the pleasure of your company. (Both bow coldly. Exit, Colonel Hardy.)
