24/39 [Here's a bit of human nature. Morelove stands in awe of that frown, but he doth valiantly protest, and that too much, that the displeasure of Lady Betty is no more to him than a dozen of ciphers.] "FOP. That's a bite, I am sure--he'd give a joint of his little finger to be as well with her as I am. [_Aside_.] But here she comes! Charles, stand by me. Must not a man be a vain coxcomb now, to think this creature follow'd one? |