BETTY. I think we have wickedness and curiosity enough in this family, sir, to expect the worst.
FANNY. I do expect the worst. Prithee, Betty, return to the outward
|door and listen if you hear anybody in the gallery; and let us||10|
BETTY. I warrant you, madam. The Lord bless you both.
FANNY. What did my father want with you this evening?
LOVEWELL. He gave me the key of his closet, with orders to bring from London some papers relating to Lord Ogleby.
FANNY. And why did not you obey him?
LOVEWELL. Because I am certain that his Lordship has opened his heart to him about you, and those papers are wanted merely on that account. But as we shall discover all tomorrow, there will be
|no occasion for them, and it would be idle in me to go.||20|
FANNY. Hark!--hark! Bless me, how I tremble! I feel the terrors of guilt--indeed, Mr. Lovewell, this is too much for me.
LOVEWELL. And for me too, my sweet Fanny. Your apprehensions make a coward of me. But what can alarm you? Your aunt and sister are in their chambers, and you have nothing to fear from the rest of the family.
FANNY. I fear everybody, and every thing, and every moment. My mind is in continual agitation and dread; indeed, Mr. Lovewell, this situation may have very unhappy consequences. (Weeps.)
|LOVEWELL. But it shan't--I would rather tell our story this moment||30|
|might be less injurious to you by waiting a lucky moment of rec||40|
FANNY. Hush! Hush! For heaven sake, my dear Lovewell, don't be so warm. Your generosity gets the better of your prudence; you will be heard, and we shall be discovered. I am satisfied, indeed I am. Excuse this weakness, this delicacy--this what you will. My mind's at peace--indeed it is; think no more of it, if you love me!
LOVEWELL. That one word has charmed me, as it always does, to the