Cliff. [Disengaging his Hand.] Oh, sir, you make me too proud. [Aside.] Practised parasite!
[Exit.
Blandish. [Aside.] Sneering puppy.——[To Lord Gayville.] My lord, you seem disconcerted; has any thing new occurred?
Lord G. No, for there is nothing new in being disappointed in a friend.
Blandish. Have you told your story to Mr. Clifford?
Lord G. I have, and I might as well have told it to the cynic my uncle: he could not have discouraged or condemned me more.
Blandish. They are both in the right. I see things exactly as they do—but I have less fortitude, or more attachment than others:—The inclinations of the man, I love, are spells upon my opposition.
Lord G. Kind Blandish! you are the confidant I want.
Blandish. What has happened since your discovery in the closet?