Miss R. Dear Mr. Lofty, this request is not so much his as mine; if my commands—but you despise my power.
Lofty. Sweet creature! your commands could even control a debate at midnight; to a power so constitutional, I am all obedience and tranquillity. He shall have a letter; where is my secretary, Dubardieu? And yet, I protest, I don’t like this way of doing business. I think if I spoke first to Sir William—— But you will have it so.
[Exit with Miss R.
Scene—An Inn.
Present—Sir William Honeywood, his nephew, Croaker, Lofty, and Miss Richland.
Enter Lofty.
Lofty. Is the coast clear? None but friends. I have followed you here with a trifling piece of intelligence; but it goes no further, things are not yet ripe for a discovery. I have spirits working at a certain board; your affair at the Treasury will be done in less than—a thousand years. Mum!
Miss R. Sooner, sir, I should hope.
Lofty. Why, yes, I believe it may, if it falls into proper hands, that know where to push and where to parry; that know how the land lies.
Miss R. It is fallen into yours.