Sir HARRY.There you are mistaken, Clarinda; curse me, if I either did, or would fight, for any woman in England—except yourself, ma belle fille.CLARINDA.O, your servant, Sir—But what could have been your cause of quarrel, then? For Sir William, I think, never plays.Sir HARRY.Why, that same doughty knight-errant, you have named, took it into his wise head, that be|cause a certain fair lady had never allowed him a tête à tête, she never meant to indulge herself, or any body else, with one; and upon my declaring that she had done me that favour, talked in a high, ridiculous, romantic strain of the lady's honour and character; and seemed to hint as if he suspected me of a falsehood. That you'll allow was not to be endured.CLARINDA.O, by no means, Sir Harry. However, I have not quite so much pity for you, as I had, as you were paid, I suppose, before-hand. A tête à tête with lady Frankland, was, I think, an over-pay|ment for the slight scratch you have received. But you certainly did ill to boast: I could not have suspected you of so much dishonour, Sir Harry.Sir HARRY.Why now, my dear Clarinda, there's the mis-chief on't. I had nothing to boast of; for this same petite partie ended in a very absurd proposal on her side, for entering into the Platonic system, which I positively refused. Car je n'ai pas le tems. Admired the elegant impracticability of her lady|ship's seraphics, made my bow, and withdrew.0