“From a lover, who will not be back at Leghorn for a week or ten days.”
“Where has he gone?”
“To London on business; I was under the charge of a woman whom he trusted.”
“That’s enough; I pity you, my poor Betty. Tell me if you love your Englishman, and if he is worthy of your love.”
“Alas! I loved him dearly till I saw this Frenchman, who made me unfaithful to a man I adored. He will be in despair at not finding me when he returns.”
“Is he rich?”
“Not very; he is a business man, and is comfortably off.”
“Is he young?”
“No. He is a man of your age, and a thoroughly kind and honest person. He was waiting for his consumptive wife to die to marry me.”
“Poor man! Have you presented him with a child?”