Lady S. Tristram!
Sir T. The word escaped.
Lady S. Oh, you are crude and cruel! But I am for you:—
Not every husband; some men marry widows;
Some marry harlots; some——
Sir T. Yes; some?
Lady S. It seems
Some marry virgins and are none the wiser.
Sir T. That's not like dying.
Lady S. No. And Warwick Groom?
Sir T. Yes; but remain. Not him alone with me.
Lady S. There's something in your mind more than you say.
Sir T. Without a doubt. No man can speak his mind.