Arb. (After some silence.) Come, my friend, let us go.
Bel. Whither?
Arb. Can you doubt it?—to Mr. Goodwin’s, to be sure! After all I have heard, can I exist a moment without acknowledging the injustice I have done him, and begging his friendship?
Bel. I shall be happy, I am sure, to accompany you on that errand. But who is to introduce us?
Arb. O, what are form and ceremony in a case like this! Come—come.
Bel. Most willingly.
[Exeunt.
EVENING XVIII.