HARD. Ay, when a girl finds a fellow's outside to her taste, she then sets about guessing the rest of his furniture. With her, a smooth face stands for good sense, and a genteel figure, for every virtue. MISS HARD. I hope, sir, a conversation begun with a compliment to my good sense, won't end with a sneer at my understanding. HARD. Pardon me, Kate. But if young Mr. Brazen can find the art of reconciling contradictions, he may please us both, perhaps. MISS HARD. And as one of us must be mistaken, what if we go to make further discoveries? HARD. But depend on't I'm in the right. MISS HARD. And depend on't I'm not much in the wrong. _Exeunt._ _Enter_ TONY _running in with a casket_. TONY. Ecod! I have got them. Here they are. My cousin Con's necklaces, bobs, and all. My mother shan't cheat the poor souls out of their fortin neither. O! my genius, is that you? _Enter_ HASTINGS. HAST. My dear friend, how have you managed with your mother? I hope you have amused her with pretending love for your cousin; and that you are willing to be reconciled at last. Our horses will be refreshed in a short time, and we shall soon be ready to set off. TONY. And here's something to bear your charges by the way. (_Giving the casket._) Your sweetheart's jewels. Keep them; and hang those, I say, that would rob you of one of them. HAST. But how have you procured them from your mother? TONY. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. I procured them by the rule of thumb. If I had not a key to every drawer in mother's bureau, how could I go to the alehouse so often as I do? An honest man may rob of himself his own at any time. HAST. Thousands do it every day. But to be plain with you; Miss Neville is endeavouring to procure them from her aunt this very instant. If she succeeds, it will be the most delicate way at least of obtaining them. TONY. Well, keep them, till you know how it will be. I know how it will be well enough; she'd as soon part with the only sound tooth in her head. HAST. But I dread the effects of her resentment, when she finds she has lost them. TONY. Never you mind her resentment, leave _me_ to manage that. I don't value her resentment the bounce of a cracker. Zounds! here they are. Morrice. Prance. _Exit_ HASTINGS. TONY, MRS. HARDCASTLE, MISS NEVILLE. MRS. HARD. Indeed, Constance, you amaze me. Such a girl as you want jewels! It will be time enough for jewels, my dear, twenty years hence; when your beauty begins to want repairs. MISS NEV. But what will repair beauty at forty, will certainly improve it at twenty, madam.