Answer not for him.
F.True it is, my lady,
He did confess as much to me a stranger.
Despair;—that was his word. He seemed, withal,
Wondrously put out at all I chanced to say:
And very sick he looked.
T. (aside). Madness and lies! I’ll hear no more of
this. (Goes aside to Flora.)
D. It seems that dissipation
Agrees not with grave men.