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Don't she sometime speak of me when you are alone?

You are so sinuating!—O dear! to be sure she sometimes does.

I knew it; I knew dat she did. Now, pretty minx, when she speak of me again to you, and sigh, and do so (languishing affectedly), den do you speak of me too, you know.

And what shall I say. Sir?

All dat you tink.

I fear. Sir, that would be of little service to you. You had better tell me precisely what I am to say.

Why—why, you may say dat I am handsome.

Very well, Sir: if she is in love with you, she will believe me. And what more shall I say?

Say, dat in her place you would love me too.

O dear. Sir! that would be presumptuous.