Miss R. Mr. Lovelace, Madam, avers that you are married to him; and
begs admittance, or your company in the dining-room, to talk upon the
subject of the letters he left with you.
Cl. He is a poor wicked wretch. Let me beg of you, Madam, to favour me
with your company as often as possible while he is hereabouts, and I
remain here.
Miss R. I shall with pleasure attend you, Madam: but, methinks, I could
wish you would see the gentleman, and hear what he has to say on the
subject of the letters.
Cl. My case is a hard, a very hard one--I am quite bewildered!-I know
not what to do!--I have not a friend in the world that can or will help
me! Yet had none but friends till I knew that man!
Miss R. The gentleman neither looks nor talks like a bad man.--Not a
very bad man, as men go.
As men go! Poor Miss Rawlins, thought I; and dost thou know how men go?
Cl. O Madam, you know him not! He can put on the appearance of an
angel of light; but has a black, a very black heart!