“Not a single kiss. He was always under my windows, and I had reason to believe that he loved me fondly.”
“Oh, yes! he loves you, who would not? but his love is not that of a man of honour, but that of an impudent profligate.”
“But how can you suspect a man of whom you know nothing?”
“Would that I did not know him! I feel sure that not being able to visit you, he made you visit him, and then persuaded you to fly with him.”
“Yes, he did. He wrote me a letter, which I will shew you. He promises to marry me at Rome.”
“And who is to answer for his constancy?”
“His love is my surety.”
“Do you fear pursuit?”
“No.”
“Did he take you from a father, a lover, or a brother?”