Mari. I will—Lord! if they must be happy in being friends again, what must I be who make them so!
[Exit.
Vapid. The picture before me! all from nature,—I must heighten his distress, for contrast is every thing—Peter, not a word for your life.
Enter Neville.
Nev. Vapid, I am glad to see you—any letter from my brother?
[To Peter.
Peter. None, sir.
Nev. Nor message?
Peter. No, sir.
Nev. Then I need doubt no longer—'tis evident he avoids me—cruel, ungenerous Floriville!—