Bendish: (aside, staying at a distance)
They're talking about my master.
Arabella:
I will render you certain.
Laura: (aside)
Faithless!
Bendish:
That's him.
Arabella: (pulling out a letter from her purse and presenting it to
Laura)
Here, madam. Read!
Laura: (aside)
Traitor! Infidel!
Bendish:
Oh, surely that's him. I recognize the epithets. Let's hear.
Arabella:
This is the only letter of the thirty or so he wrote me that I have
kept. One of my women imprudently took the others from my drawer.
Happily I had this one about my person. It will suffice.
Bendish:
I believe we'll have to move a little sooner than we thought.
(Laura takes the letter and reads it to herself)