Miss Alton. That to steal or stab is death in common life: but when one of your lordship's degree sets his hard heart upon the destruction of a woman, how glorious is his success! How consummate his triumph, when he can follow the theft of her affections by the murder of her honour.
Enter Miss Alscrip softly behind.
Miss Als. I wonder how it goes on.
Lord G. Exalted! Adorable woman!
Miss Als. Adorable! Ay, I thought how 'twould be!
Lord G. Hear me! I conjure you—
Miss Als. Not a word, if she knows her business.
Miss Alton. My lord! I have heard too much.
Miss Als. Brava. I could not have played it better myself.
Lord G. Oh! Still more charming than severe.