D. My fortune already will be more considerable than my match, if I am
to have Mr. Hickman.

M. Why so?--Mr. Hickman has fortune enough to entitle him to your's.

D. If you think so, that's enough.

M. Not but I should thin the worse of myself, if I desired any body's
death; but I think, as you say, Mr. Antony Harlowe is a healthy man, and
bids fair for a long life.

Bless me, thought I, how shall I do to know whether this be an objection
or a recommendation!

D. Will you forgive me, Madam?

M. What would the girl say? [looking as if she was half afraid to hear
what.]

D. Only, that if you marry a man of his time of life, you stand two
chances instead of one, to be a nurse at your time of life.

M. Saucebox!

D. Dear Madam!--What I mean is only that these healthy old men
sometimes fall into lingering disorders all at once. And I humbly
conceive, that the infirmities of age are uneasily borne with, where the
remembrance of the pleasanter season comes not in to relieve the
healthier of the two.

M. A strange girl!--Yet his healthy constitution an objection just now!
---But I have always told you, that you know either too much to be argued
with, or too little for me to have patience with you.

D. I can't but say, I should be glad of your commands, Madam, how to
behave myself to Mr. Antony Harlowe next time he comes.

M. How to behave yourself!--Why, if you retire with contempt of him,
when he comes next, it will be but as you have been used to do of late.

D. Then he is to come again, Madam?

M. And suppose he be?

D. I can't help it, if it be your pleasure, Madam. He desires a line
in answer to his fine letter. If he come, it will be in pursuance of
that line, I presume?

M. None of your arch and pert leers, girl!--You know I won't bear them.
I had a mind to hear what you would say to this matter. I have not
written; but I shall presently.

D. It is mighty good of you, Madam, (I hope the man will think so,) to
answer his first application by letter.--Pity he should write twice, if
once will do.

M. That fetch won't let you into my intention as to what I shall write.
It is too saucily put.

D. Perhaps I can guess at your intention, Madam, were it to become me
so to do.

M. Perhaps I would not make Mr. Hickman of any man; using him the worse
for respecting me.

D. Nor, perhaps, would I, Madam, if I liked his respects.

M. I understand you. But, p