Willoughby alone.
Willoughby. 'Tis past the hour Lady Waitfor't appointed—why does she delay? I cannot have mistaken the place—yonder's Lady Walton's house—Oh! 'would all were past, and Louisa safely mine! I hear a noise—by Heaven 'tis she! and with her all my happiness—I'll withdraw a while, and observe them.
[Retires.
Enter Lady Waitfor't and Louisa Courtney.
Louisa. My dear Lady Waitfor't, why do you loiter here? you cannot find your servants in this place—let us return to Lady Walton's.
Lady. No, no, they must be here,—I ordered them to wait in this very spot, to avoid confusion. What can have become of Willoughby?
[Aside.
Louisa. If you have the least sense of fear for yourself, or regard for me, I beg we may return to Lady Walton's.
Lady. No, no, I tell you I ordered William at the back gate, that he might conduct us through the paddock to our carriage; you know we might have been whole hours getting through the crowd the other way—do be a little patient, hav'n't I as much reason to be alarmed as yourself?
Louisa. Yes, but you have not the apprehension I have; I don't know why, but I am terrified beyond description.