Honeyw. It was unfortunate indeed, sir. But what adds to my uneasiness is, that while you seem to be acquainted with my misfortune, I, myself continue still a stranger to my benefactor.
Lofty. How! not know the friend that served you?
Honeyw. Can't guess at the person.
Lofty. Inquire.
Honeyw. I have, but all I can learn is, that he chooses to remain concealed, and that all inquiry must be fruitless.
Lofty. Must be fruitless?
Honeyw. Absolutely fruitless.
Lofty. Sure of that?
Honeyw. Very sure.
Lofty. Then I'll be damn'd if you shall ever know it from me.