Selby. Stand off. My sister best will do that office.
Mrs. F. Are all his tempting speeches come to this?
[Aside.
Selby. What ail'd my wife?
Kath. A warning faintness, sir,
Seized on my spirits, when you came to where
You said "a lucky chance." I am better now:
Please you go on.
Selby. The sequel shall be brief.
Kath. But, brief, or long, I feel my fate hangs on it.