_ Well, Sir, I see our misapprehension has been mutual--you
have expected to find me haughty and averse, and I was taught to
believe you a little black, snub-nosed fellow, without person,
manner, or address.
_Isaac._ Egad, I wish she had answered her picture as well.
After this interview, Don Jerome asks him what he thinks of his
daughter.
_Don Jerome._ Well, my good friend, have you softened her?
_Isaac._ Oh, yes, I have softened her.
_Don J._ Well, and you were astonished at her beauty, hey?
_Isaac._ I was astonished, indeed. Pray how old is Miss?
_Don J._ How old? let me see--twenty.
_Isaac._ Then upon my soul she is the oldest looking girl of her
age in Christendom.
_Don J._ Do you think so? but I believe you will not see a prettier
girl.
_Isaac._ Here and there one.
_Don J._ Louisa has the family face.
_Isaac._ Yes, egad, I should have taken it for a family face, and
one that has been in the family some time too.
_Don J._ She has her father's eyes.
_Isaac._ Truly I should have guessed them to be so. If she had her
mother's spectacles I believe she would not see the worse.
_Don J._ Her aunt Ursula's nose, and her grandmother's forehead to
a hair.
_Isaac.
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