Sir Arthur is jealous as a wolf of thee already, Lady Kitty.

See! He hath followed thee about like a dog for three years.

And after all, why not reward him, Lady Kitty?
Indeed, but the other day thou wert upon the very point of giving him his answer, for thou saidst to me that he sure had the prettiest eyes of any man in London.

Pray, are Sir Arthur's eyes blue, or gray--or what?
And can you match his eyes among the color of your flosses ?" "It might be," said Lady Catharine, musingly, "that he would some day find means to send us word." "Who?
Sir Arthur ?" "No.

The young man, Mr.Law of Lauriston." "Yes; or he might come himself," replied Mary Connynge.
"Fie! He dare not!" "Oh, but be not too sure.