Leslie.
But you could shame her mother—you could drive any remaining feeling of irresolution from this poor girl’s mind.
Janet Preece.
They wouldn’t believe me; why should they?
Leslie.
Then, if they doubt you, will you face this miserable libertine before their eyes?
Janet Preece.
Ah, no, no! For months I’ve been seeking him to beg him to make reparation to me, but now that I’ve found him I want to put miles between us, for I feel I’d rather go down to my grave what I am than live what he could make me!
[Priscilla enters.]
Priscilla.