Some drops are due—and then I sleep in peace,
Relieved from frightful dreams, my dreams though sad
[Exit.
Mrs. F. I have gone too far. Who knows but in this mood
She may forestall my story, win on Selby
By a frank confession?—and the time draws on
For our appointed meeting. The game's desperate,
For which I play. A moment's difference
May make it hers or mine. I fly to meet him.
[Exit.