Enter Louisa Courtney.
Louisa. Still in the same house, yet still afraid to meet him! Oh, Neville! my superior in every thing; how can I hope for your forgiveness? while you revealed an affection it had done you credit to deny, I concealed a passion I might have been proud to confess.
Enter Vapid and Marianne.
Mari. Oh! Miss Courtney! my sweet Miss Courtney! Mr Vapid, here, has run away with me, and I am so frightened for fear of Lady Waitfor't.
Louisa. Yes, she may well alarm you,—she has destroyed my peace for ever! but have you seen Mr Neville? yet, why do I ask!
Vapid. Seen Mr Neville!—What, doesn't he yet know you are in his lodgings?
Louisa. No, and I hope never will—the moment his brother returns, I shall set out for my uncle's, and perhaps never see him more.
Vapid. And why not see him, ma'am?
Louisa. Because I cannot bear the sight of one I have so injured.
Vapid. This'll do—mutual equivoque! equal misunderstanding! my own case exactly!