DR. ROSY.
Hey!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Confound your morals! I tell you I am discovered, discomfited, disappointed.
DR. ROSY.
Indeed! Good lack, good lack, to think of the instability of human affairs! Nothing certain in this world—most deceived when most confident—fools of fortune all.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
My dear doctor, I want at present a little practical wisdom. I am resolved this instant to try the scheme we were going to put into execution last week. I have the letter ready, and only want your assistance to recover my ground.
DR. ROSY.
With all my heart—I’ll warrant you I’ll bear a part in it: but how the deuce were you discovered?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
I’ll tell you as we go; there’s not a moment to be lost.
DR. ROSY.
Heaven send we succeed better!—but there’s no knowing.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Very true.
DR. ROSY.
We may and we may not.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Right.