Nev. Yes—and I am confident you have no reason to doubt it—though you have cause to censure my presumption, you have none to suspect my fidelity.
Louisa. Oh no!—I don't suspect your fidelity in the least, but when people are faithful to more than one, you know, Mr Neville——
Nev. I don't understand you, ma'am.
Louisa. It is no matter, Mr Neville—you may spare yourself any trouble in attempting to justify your conduct—I am perfectly satisfied, sir, I'll assure you.
[Going.
Nev. Oh, do not leave me in this anxious state!—perhaps this is the last time we shall ever meet, and to part thus, would embitter every future moment of my life. Indeed, I have no hopes that concern not your happiness—no wishes that relate not to your esteem.
Louisa. Sir,—I will freely confess to you, had you shown the least perseverance in your affection or sincerity in your behaviour, I could have heard your addresses with pleasure—but to listen to them now, Mr Neville, would be to approve a conduct, my honour prompts me to resent, and my pride to despise.
Nev. Then I am lost indeed!—'Tis to the perfidious Lady Waitfor't I owe all this—my present
Enter Lady Waitfor't, behind.
misery—my future pain—are all the product of her jealous rage!—She is so vile a hypocrite, that—