"You may laugh, Sir," said I, "but you'll see in Time that I am right. Have you seen him lately?"
"Not since I was in this House."
"Ah, well, I have seen him more than once—I've seen him and heard him among his own Set, when he didn't know I was by, and he said Things that ... convinced me he was a false Friend to you."
"What were those Things?"
"I'm not clear that I have a Right to repeat them."
"An accused Party has always a Right to have the Charge against him substantiated. You are silent?—Well, Mrs. Patty, since you are so inveterate against this poor Gentleman, I shall only irritate you, I am afraid, by acquainting you with Anything in his Favour, and therefore I'll keep my News to myself—"
"Just tell me one Thing—Has he sent you back your Poem?"
"My Poem! No—you know he accidently burnt that, Months ago."
"Pshaw!"
"You never will believe it," continued he laughing, "nor forgive him for it. Why, I have forgiven him, this long While; and if I have, can't you?"