[Enters Closet, and Floriville and Louisa enter.
Flor. Hey-day!—my old acquaintance, Peter! where's my brother?
Peter. Sir, he has been out the whole evening.
Louisa. In the same house with Neville!—oh, Heavens!
Flor. Well, Miss Courtney, I hope now you are convinced of your safety.
Louisa. Yes, sir, but I would it were in any other place; lady Waitfor't, ere this, is in pursuit of me, and if she discovers me here, you know too well how much I have to dread.
[Knock at the Door.—Exit Peter.
Flor. Don't be alarm'd, there's nothing shall molest you.
Louisa. Oh, sir, you don't know the endless malice of lady Waitfor't—she will triumph in my misery, and till my lord is convinced of her duplicity, I see no hope of your brother's happiness, or my own.
Enter Peter.