Warn. Why, could your ladyship suspect him guilty? Pray tell me, do you think him ungrateful, or a fool?
Mill. I think him neither.
Warn. Take it from me, you see not the depth of him. But when he knows what thoughts you harbour of him, as I am faithful, and must tell him, I wish he does not take some pet, and leave you.
Mill. Thou art not mad, I hope, to tell him on't; if thou dost, I'll be sworn, I'll forswear it to him.
Warn. Upon condition then you'll pardon me, I'll see what I can do to hold my tongue.
Mill. This evening, in St James's Park, I'll meet him.
[Knock within.
Warn. He shall not fail you, madam.
Rose. Somebody knocks—Oh, madam, what shall we do! 'Tis Sir John, I hear his voice.
Warn. What will become of me?
Mill. Step quickly behind that door.
[Warner goes out.