Lord Town. [Reads.] To Charles Manly, Esq.
Your manner of living with me of late, convinces me, that I now grow as painful to you, as to myself: but however, though you can love me no longer, I hope you will not let me live worse than I did, before I left an honest Income, for the vain Hopes of being ever Yours.
Myrtilla Dupe.
P. S. 'Tis above four Months since I receiv'd a Shilling from you.
Lady Grace. What think you now?
Lord Town. I am considering——
Lady Grace. You see it's directed to him——
Lord Town. That's true! but the Postscript seems to be a reproach, that I think he is not capable of deserving.
Lady Grace. But who could have concern enough, to send it to me?
Lord Town. I have observed that these sort of letters from unknown friends, generally come from secret enemies.