Sir Simon. Oh, damn it, chuse your own reading, and I'm content.
[Exeunt severally.
SCENE II.
A Dressing Room.
Frank Rochdale writing; Williams attending.
Frank. [Throwing down the Pen.] It don't signify—I cannot write. I blot, and tear; and tear, and blot; and——. Come here, Williams. Do let me hear you, once more. Why the devil don't you come here?
Williams. I am here, sir.
Frank. Well, well; my good fellow, tell me. You found means to deliver her the letter yesterday?
Williams. Yes, sir.
Frank. And, she read it——and——did you say, she—she was very much affected, when she read it?