Cliff. My dear lord, that she is the most arrant coquette, the most accomplished jilt, the most ready trafficker of her charms——
Lord G. Phrensy and profanation!
Sir C. Come, Gayville, I'll be plain with you; you have sillily let the girl raise her price upon you—but, if nothing else will satisfy you, e'en pay it, and have done with her.
Lord G. Sir, her price is an unadulterated heart: I am afraid we cannot pay it betwixt us.
Enter Chignon; he delivers a Letter to Clifford, apart.
Chignon. Alerte, monsieur, I repete your word—Mademoiselle Alton be all your own.
Sir C. Come, Clifford, the contents: his lordship braves the trial.
Lord G. What is this mighty scheme! and what is that paper to discover?
Cliff. [Breaking open the Letter.] Your lordship shall be informed word for word. [Upon first sight of the Contents he shows the utmost emotion.] Amazement! do I dream! can it be? who wrote this letter?
Sir C. Oh! speak out, monsieur, we are all friends.