Man. Ay, Madam, for I am positive this is her hand!
Lady Grace. What view could she have in writing it?
Man. To interrupt any treaty of marriage, she may have heard I am engaged in: Because if I die without heirs, her Family expects that some part of my estate may return to them again. But, I hope, she is so far mistaken, that if this letter has given you the least uneasiness,——I shall think that the happiest moment of my life.
Lady Grace. That does not carry your usual complaisance, Mr. Manly.
Man. Yes, Madam, because I am sure I can convince you of my innocence.
Lady Grace. I am sure I have no right to inquire into it.
Man. Suppose you may not, Madam; yet you may very innocently have so much curiosity.
Lady Grace. With what an artful gentleness he steals into my opinion? [Aside.] Well, Sir, I won't pretend to have so little of the Woman, in me, as to want curiosity——But pray, do you suppose then, this Myrtilla is a real, or a fictitious name?
Man. Now I recollect, Madam, there is a young woman, in the house, where my Lady Wronghead lodges, that I heard somebody call Myrtilla: This letter may be written by her——but how it came directed to me, I confess is a mystery; that before I ever presume to see your Ladyship again, I think myself oblig'd, in Honour to find out.