MISS FOSTER. Some day, child, you will know better than to think so. George Austin, as I conceive him, and as he is regarded by the world, is one of the triumphs of the other s*x. I walked my first minuet with him: I wouldn't tell you the year, child, for worlds; but it was soon after his famous rencounter with Colonel Villiers. He had killed his man, he wore pink and silver, was most elegantly pale, and the most ravishing creature!
BARBARA. Well, madam, I believe that: he is the most beautiful gentleman still.
SCENE II
To these, DOROTHY, L.
DOROTHY (ENTERING). Good-morning, aunt! Is there anything for me? (SHE GOES EAGERLY TO TABLE, AND LOOKS AT LETTERS.)
MISS FOSTER. Good-morrow, niece. Breakfast, Barbara.
DOROTHY (WITH LETTER UNOPENED). Nothing.
MISS FOSTER. And what do you call
