My purpose was, if you could spare so much
From your sweet leisure, a few words in private.
Mrs. F. What mean his alter'd tones? These looks to me,
Whose glances yet he has repell'd with coolness?
Is the wind changed? I'll veer about with it,
And meet him in all fashions.
[Aside.
All my leisure,
Feebly bestow'd upon my kind friends here,
Would not express a tithe of the obligements