Mr. Mowbray, a friend, to Robert Lovelace, Esq.:
"June 29. Dear Lovelace,--I have plaguey news to acquaint thee with. Miss Harlowe is gone off. Here's the devil to pay. I heartily condole with thee. But it may turn out for the best. They tell me thou wouldst have married her had she staid. But I know thee better.
"Thine heartily,
"RICHARD MOWBRAY."
Belford to Lovelace:
"June 29. Thou hast heard the news. Bad or good I know not which thou wilt deem it.
"How strong must be her resentment of the barbarous treatment she has received, that has made her hate the man she once loved, and rather than marry him to expose her disgrace to the world!"
Lovelace to Belford:
"June 30. I am ruined, undone, destroyed.
"If thou canst find her out, and prevail upon her to consent, I will, in thy presence, marry her. She cannot be long concealed; I have set all engines at work to find her out, and if I do, who will care to embroil themselves with a man of my figure, fortune, and resolution?"