Char. I had no other reasons—Where will this end?
Lew. It shall end presently.
Char. Go on, Sir.
Lew. A promise, such as this, given freely, not extorted, the world thinks binding; but I think otherwise.
Char. And would release me from it?
Lew. You are too impatient, madam.
Char. Cool, Sir—quite cool—Pray go on.
Lew. Time, and a near acquaintance with my faults, may have brought change: if it be so; or, for a moment, if you have wished this promise were unmade, here I acquit you of it. This is my question then; and with such plainness as I ask it, I shall entreat an answer. Have you repented of this promise?
Char. Stay, Sir. The man that can suspect me, shall find me changed. Why am I doubted?
Lew. My doubts are of myself. I have my faults, and You have observation. If from my temper, my words or actions, you have conceived a thought against me, or even a wish for separation, all that has passed is nothing.