_Duenna._ I do not wonder, Sir, that you are surprised at my affability. I own, Signor, that I was vastly prepossessed against you, and being teazed by my father, did give some encouragement to Antonio; but then, Sir, you were described to me as a quite different person. _Isaac._ Ay, and so you were to me upon my soul, Madam. _Duenna._ But when I saw you, I was never more struck in my life. _Isaac._ That was just my case too, Madam; I was struck all in a heap for my part. _Duenna._ Well, Sir, I see our misapprehension has been mutual--you have expected to find me haughty and averse, and I was taught to believe you a little black, snub-nosed fellow, without person, manner, or address. _Isaac._ Egad, I wish she had answered her picture as well. After this interview, Don Jerome asks him what he thinks of his daughter. _Don Jerome._ Well, my good friend, have you softened her? _Isaac._ Oh, yes, I have softened her. _Don J._ Well, and you were astonished at her beauty, hey? _Isaac._ I was astonished, indeed. Pray how old is Miss? _Don J._ How old? let me see--twenty. _Isaac._ Then upon my soul she is the oldest looking girl of her age in Christendom. _Don J._ Do you think so? but I believe you will not see a prettier girl. _Isaac._ Here and there one. _Don J._ Louisa has the family face. _Isaac._ Yes, egad, I should have taken it for a family face, and one that has been in the family some time too. _Don J._ She has her father's eyes. _Isaac._ Truly I should have guessed them to be so. If she had her mother's spectacles I believe she would not see the worse. _Don J._ Her aunt Ursula's nose, and her grandmother's forehead to a hair. _Isaac._ Ay, faith, and her grandmother's chin to a hair.