Slice:
A lady of quality, I tell you wishes to meet you in an hour.
Cadwell:
Who is she?
Slice: Far from telling you her name, sir, you will not speak to her except on certain conditions—which perhaps you will not accept.
Cadwell:
We must see.
Slice:
Will you permit yourself to be blindfolded while I take you to her?
Also, permit your hands to be tied?
Cadwell:
Why all these precautions?
Slice: Sir, she wishes it so. You have too much wit, sir, not to see as well as I, that she intends to know the state of your heart before discovering herself to you. I say too much perhaps, and overstay my commission.
Cadwell:
Are you something to her?
Slice:
Sir, I have nothing to say to you about that.
Cadwell:
I know who it is.