as if I should have admirers coming about me then. But I don't think I shall. Do you think so?
Mrs. B. (smiling.) Indeed, I can't say: perhaps you may, and it is possible you may not; but the less you think of them, the more you will probably have.
Charl. I'm sure I think very little about them. And yet I can't help fancying to myself sometimes, how I shall behave to them.
Mrs. B. Ah! that is but a poor way of employing your fancy. Don't think too much about admirers; they won't admire you the more for that.
Charl. But I won't let them know that I think about them.
Mrs. B. But they will find it out.
Charl. Ha! but I will hold myself very high indeed, and not seem to care a farthing for one of them.
Mrs. B. But they will find it out nevertheless.
Charl. I'm sure I have heard that the young men now-a'-days are no great conjurers.
Mrs. B. That may be very true; but they are all conjurers enough to find that out, though better things should escape their penetration.
Mrs. B. (with some alarm.) I hear Mr. Baltimore coming.
Charl. You seem uneasy. Will he be angry to find me here?
Mrs. B. (much embarrassed) He will be surprised, perhaps; but he won't come here-—he is only passing to the library, I hope.
