A Chocolate-house.Mirabell and Fainall rising from cards. Betty waiting.MIRA. You are a fortunate man, Mr. Fainall.FAIN. Have we done?MIRA. What you please. I'll play on to entertain y
A Chocolate-house.Mirabell and Fainall rising from cards. Betty waiting.MIRA. You are a fortunate man, Mr. Fainall.FAIN. Have we done?MIRA. What you please. I'll play on to entertain you.FAIN. No, I'll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so indifferent; you are thinking of something else now, and play too negligently: the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of the winner. I'd no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune than I?d make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation.MIRA. You have a taste extremely delicate, and are for refining on your pleasures.FAIN. Prithee, why so reserved? Something has put you out of humour.MIRA. Not at all: I happen to be grave to-day, and you are gay; that's all.
