F.Good-bye.
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