|inant and hid them from my sight; I now per||5|
LOUISA. Think no more of it; 'twas a mistake.
BEL. My life has been composed of little else;
|'twas founded in mystery and has continued||10|
|STOCK. When this lady has confirmed your||15|
LOUISA. That was granted the moment it was asked.
BEL. To prove my title to his confidence honor me so far with yours as to allow me a few min 20 utes' conversation in private with you.
(She turns to her father.)
DUDLEY. By all means, Louisa; come, Mr. Stockwell, let us go into another room.
CHARLES. And now, Major O'Flaherty, I claim
|your promise of a sight of the paper that is to||25|
O'FLAHERTY. I have been endeavoring to call to mind what it was I overheard; I've got the paper
|and will give you the best account I can of the||30|
BEL. Miss Dudley, I have solicited this audience to repeat to you my penitence and confusion. How shall I atone? What reparation can I make to you and virtue?
|LOUISA. To me there's nothing due, nor any||5|
|you should surprise her in the person of some||10|
BEL. I will, I will; by bearing your idea ever present in my thoughts, virtue shall keep an advocate within me; but tell me, loveliest, when you pardon the offence, can you, all perfect as you are,
|approve of the offender? As I now cease to||20|
LOUISA. Are sudden reformations apt to last; and how can I be sure the first fair face you meet will not ensnare affections so unsteady, and that I shall not lose you lightly as I gained you?
|BEL. Because though you conquered me by||30|
|there are ten thousand causes for my love to you;||35|
LOUISA. Nay, Mr. Belcour. --
BEL. I know I am not worthy your regard; I know
|I'm tainted with a thousand faults, sick of a||40|
LOUISA. That you can never be; whomever you
|shall honor with your choice, my life upon't,||45|
|BEL. Oh, what am I, and who in this wide||50|
LOUISA. Nay, that you are in full possession of.
|BEL. Oh, seal it with your hand then, loveliest||55|
LOUISA. My love! --
|BEL. By heaven, my soul is conquered with||60|
|we slip a moment?||65|
O'FLAHERTYenters, and afterwards DUDLEY and CHARLESwith STOCKWELL.
O'FLAHERTY. Joy, joy, joy! sing, dance, leap, laugh for joy! Ha' done making love and fall down on your knees to every saint in the calendar, for they're all on your side and honest St. Patrick at the
|head of them.||5|
CHARLES. O Louisa, such an event! by the luckiest chance in life we have discovered a will of my grandfather's made in his last illness, by which he cuts off my Aunt Rusport with a small annuity, and leaves
|me heir to his whole estate, with a fortune of||10|
LOUISA. What is it you tell me? (To her father.)