Mrs Candour: I'll swear her colour is natural—I have seen it come and go—
Lady Teazle: I dare swear you have, ma'am; it goes of a night and comes again in the morning.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
