LADY SNEERWELL. Oh, surely she is a pretty woman. . . .

[CRABTREE.] I am very glad you think so ma'am.

MRS. CANDOUR. She has a charming fresh Colour.

CRABTREE. Yes when it is fresh put on--

LADY TEAZLE. O fie! I'll swear her colour is natural--I have seen
it come and go--

CRABTREE. I dare swear you have, ma'am: it goes of a Night,
and comes again in the morning.

SIR BENJAMIN. True, uncle, it not only comes and goes but what's
more egad her maid can fetch and carry it--

MRS. CANDOUR. Ha! ha! ha! how I hate to hear you talk so!
But surely, now, her Sister, is or was very handsome.

CRABTREE. Who? Mrs. Stucco? O lud! she's six-and-fifty if she's
an hour!

MRS. CANDOUR. Now positively you wrong her[;] fifty-two,
or fifty-three is the utmost--and I don't think she looks more.

SIR BENJAMIN. Ah! there's no judging by her looks, unless one was
to see her Face.