Agatha.
Oh, I know what you are sorry for—you've heard that Valentine has sworn to go alone, and that you will lose the honour of sharing in so hopeful an enterprize.
Hugo.
Has he? how lucky! (aside) Yes, I'm monstrous sorry—I didn't know it sooner. (apart)
Agatha.
I knew you'd feel hurt.
Hugo.
True—to think I that carried him in arms, when a boy, should see him go alone at these years.
Agatha.
Well, but if you were to ask him.——