Lord. There she is!—in a man's lodgings at midnight—here's treatment!
Lady. My lord, I came here in search of Louisa, who has been betrayed from my power.
Lord. Look ye, my lady—read that letter, that's all; read that letter, and then say, if we sha'n't both cut a figure in the print shops.
Lady. [Taking Letter.] Ha! Willoughby's hand! [Reads.] Lady Waitfor't, (I have only time to tell you) is gone to Neville's lodgings, to meet one she has long had a passion for—follow her, and be convinced of her duplicity. Oh, the villain! well, my lord, and pray who is the man I come to meet?
Lord. Why, who should it be but the stage ruffian? if there was a sofa in the room, my life on't, he'd pop from behind it.—Zounds! that fellow will lay straw before my door every nine months!
Lady. This is fortunate.—[Aside.]—Well, sir, if I discover Louisa, I hope you'll be convinced I came here to redeem her, and not disgrace myself. Tell me, sir, immediately, where she is concealed.
[To Floriville.
Flor. Sit down, ma'am—sit down: drink, drink, then we'll talk over the whole affair—there is no doing business without wine; come, here's "The glory of gallantry"—I'm sure you'll both drink that.
Lady. No trifling, sir; tell me where she is concealed;—nay, then I'll examine the apartment myself—[Goes to Door of Library.]—the door lock'd! give me the key, sir.
Flor. [Drinking.] "The glory of gallantry, ma'am."