CHARLOT.
Well?
JACK.
That letter's from he.
CHARLOT.
What can be his business with me?
JACK.
Read that, and you'll know.
CHARLOT reads.
"Want words to apologize—hum, hum—very first moment I saw you—hum, hum—smother'd long in my breast—hum, hum—happiest, or else the most wretched of men."—So, Sir, you have undertaken a pretty commission! and what do you think my father will—