F.Good-bye.

[Taking up coat, Exit.

R. (leisurely). He’s gone. Bravo! give him two minutes more

And he will be clean gone: and when he is gone

I shall not fear to tell Diana all.—

He is lost to her; and that I have won her liking

Ends her caprice. Now, ’tis my pleasant duty

To send my letter to Sir Gregory (takes out letter and peruses it).

And open his eyes: he must not be left groping.

(looking it over.) First who I am; and what I have done, and do