LOVELESS.
I grant her all her merit, but—’sdeath! now see what you have done by talking of her—she’s here, by all that’s unlucky, and Townly with her.—I’ll observe them.
BERINTHIA.
O Gad, we had better get out of the way; for I should feel as awkward to meet her as you.
LOVELESS.
Ay, if I mistake not, I see Townly coming this way also. I must see a little into this matter. [Steps aside.]
BERINTHIA.
Oh, if that’s your intention, I am no woman if I suffer myself to be outdone in curiosity. [Goes on the other side.]
Enter AMANDA.
AMANDA.
Mr. Loveless come home, and walking on the lawn! I will not suffer him to walk so late, though perhaps it is to show his neglect of me.—Mr. Loveless, I must speak with you.—Ha! Townly again!—How I am persecuted!
Enter COLONEL TOWNLY.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
Madam, you seem disturbed.
AMANDA.
Sir, I have reason.
COLONEL TOWNLY.
Whatever be the cause, I would to Heaven it were in my power to bear the pain, or to remove the malady.