“How do you know that, sir? But tell him, that the man that hopes for my favour must apply to my lord for his.”
“That is my friend’s intention—his resolution, I should say—as soon as he can do it with propriety; and I accept your permission for him to do so.”
“My permission did you say? I am astonished at your assurance! tell me no more of your friend; But perhaps you are pleading for Wenlock all this time; It is all one to me; only, say no more.”
“Are you offended with me, madam?”
“No matter, sir.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I am surprised at you, Edmund.”
“I am surprised at my own temerity; but, forgive me.”
“It does not signify; good bye ty’e, sir.”
“Don’t leave me in anger, madam; I cannot bear that. Perhaps I may not
see you again for a long time.”
He looked afflicted; she turned back. “I do forgive you, Edmund; I
was concerned for you; but, it seems, you are more concerned for every
body than for yourself.” She sighed; “Farewell!” said she.