VANE. What a dupe I have been—am I enough humiliated?
POM. Ha! ha! ha! My poor fellow, you had better return to Huntingdonshire, and leave town and the players to us, who know how to deal with them.
WOFF. And are quite safe against being taken in—eh! Sir Charles? (points to ring on her finger).
POM. Oh, perfectly—we know each other’s cards—retain that ring as a mark of my——
(Woffington holds up her finger.)
POM. Respect!
WOFF. No, no—I accept your ring; but I shall always hate you.
POM. I welcome the sentiment—I can endure anything but your indifference.
VANE. And you, Mabel, will you forgive my infatuation?