Fag. And, in tenderness to my character, if your honour could bring in the chairmen and waiters, I should esteem it as an obligation; for though I never scruple a lie to serve my master, yet it hurts ones conscience to be found out.
Abs. Now for my whimsical friendif he does not know that his mistress is here, Ill tease him a little before I tell him
Faulkland, youre welcome to Bath again; you are punctual in your return.
Faulk. Yes; I had nothing to detain me when I had finished the business I went on. Well, what news since I left you? how stand matters between you and Lydia?
Abs. Faith, much as they were; I have not seen her since our quarrel; however, I expect to be recalled every hour.
Faulk. Why dont you persuade her to go off with you at once?
Abs. What, and lose two-thirds of her fortune? You forget that, my friend.No, no, I could have brought her to that long ago.
Faulk. Nay, then, you trifle too longif you are sure of her, propose to the aunt in your own character, and write to Sir Anthony for his consent.
Abs. Softly, softly; for though I am convinced my little Lydia would elope with me as Ensign Beverley, yet am I by no means certain that she would take me with the impediment of our friends consent, a regular humdrum wedding, and the reversion of a good fortune on my side: no, no; I must prepare her gradually for the discovery, and make myself necessary to her, before I risk it. Well, but Faulkland, youll dine with us to-day at the hotel?
Faulk. Indeed, I cannot; I am not in spirits to be of such a party.
Abs. By heavens! I shall forswear your company. You are the most teasing, captious, incorrigible lover!Do love like a man.
Faulk. I own I am unfit for company.
Abs. Am I not a lover; ay, and a romantic one too? Yet do I carry everywhere with me such a confounded farrago of doubts, fears, hopes, wishes, and all the flimsy furniture of a country misss brain!
Faulk. Ah! Jack, your heart and soul are not, like mine, fixed immutably on one only object. You throw for a large stake, but losing, you could stake and throw again:but I have set my sum of happiness on this cast, and not to succeed were to be stripped of all.
Abs. But, for heavens sake! what grounds for apprehension can your whimsical brain conjure up at present?
Faulk. What grounds for apprehension, did you say? Heavens! are there not a thousand! I fear for her spiritsher healthher life!My absence may fret her; her anxiety for my return, her fears for me, may oppress her gentle temper: and for her health, does not every hour bring me cause to be alarmed? If it rains, some shower may even then have chilled her delicate frame! If the wind be keen, some rude blast may have affected her! The heat of noon, the dews of the evening, may endanger the life of her for whom only I value mine. O Jack! when delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature
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