ACT THE THIRD.
SCENE I.
A Saloon in Lady Waitfor't's House.
Louisa discovered reading.
Louisa. Heigho! these poets are wonderfully tiresome—always on the same theme—nothing but love—I'm weary of it. [Lays down the book, and rises.] Ungenerous Neville! how could he use me so cruelly? to attempt to gain my affections, and then address another? Lady Waitfor't has convinced me of the fact,—I can never forgive him: yet, I fear I love him still—well, I'll even go examine my heart, and determine whether I do love him or not.
Enter Neville, as she is going out.
Mr Neville!—I thought, sir, I had desired we might never meet again.
Nev. 'Tis true, madam, and I meant to obey your commands, hard as they were, implicitly obey them—but I came hither to welcome my brother, and not to intrude on the happiness of her I am doomed to avoid.
Louisa. If I remember, sir, truth was ever among the foremost of your virtues?