Scene I. (A room in the first inn.)
Sir William Sampson, Waitwell.
SIR WILLIAM SAMPSON.
There, Waitwell, take this letter to her! It is the letter of an affectionate father, who complains of nothing but her absence. Tell her that I have sent you on before with it, and that I only await her answer, to come myself and fold her again in my arms.
WAITWELL.
I think you do well to prepare them for your arrival in this way.
SIR WILLIAM SAMPSON.
I make sure of her intentions by this means, and give her the opportunity of freeing herself from any shame or sorrow which repentance might cause her, before she speaks verbally with me. In a letter it will cost her less embarrassment, and me, perhaps, fewer tears.
WAITWELL.
But may I ask, Sir, what you have resolved upon with regard to Mellefont?