Lady Grace. What would you have me do in it?
Lord Town. What I think you ought to do——fairly shew it him, and say I advis'd you to it.
Lady Grace. Will not that have a very odd look, from me?
Lord Town. Not at all, if you use my name in it: if he is innocent, his impatience to appear so, will discover his regard to you: If he is guilty, it will be your best way of preventing his addresses.
Lady Grace. But what pretence have I to put him out of countenance?
Lord Town. I can't think there's any fear of that.
Lady Grace. Pray what is't you do think then?
Lord Town. Why certainly, that it's much more probable, this letter may be all an artifice, than that he is in the least concern'd in it——
Enter a Servant.