LADY G. Lord bless me! that people are so fond of exposing themselves!
Had you taken my advice, when you pursued me out of my dressing-room into
company--My lord, said I, as mildly as I now speak, Don't expose
yourself. But he was not at all the wiser for my advice.
LORD G. Miss Byron, you see--But I had not come down but to make my
compliments to you. He bowed, and was about to withdraw.
I took him by the sleeve--My lord, you must not go. Lady G----, if your
own heart justifies you for your part in this misunderstanding, say so; I
challenge you to say so.--She was silent.
HAR. If otherwise, own your fault, promise amendment--ask pardon.
LADY G. Hey-day!
HAR. And my lord will ask yours, for mistaking you--For being too
easily provoked--