him. You understand me? You can procure this for me, I know.
With. Come, Mr. Opal, you must join in our good humour here, for we have just been making up a match. My niece, Agnes, with a large fortune bestows herself on a worthy man, who would have married her without one; and, Mariane, who for certain reasons has assumed her character of heiress since we came to Bath, leaves all her borrowed state, in hopes that the man who would have married with a fortune, will not now forsake her.
Op. (Stammering.) Wh—Wh—What is all this?
Roy. (Half aside to Opal.) You seem disturbed, Mr. Opal, you have not been paying your addresses to her, I hope.
Op. (Aside to Royston.) No, not paying my addresses; that is to say, not absolutely. I have paid her some attention to be sure.
Roy. (Nodding significantly.) It is well for you it is no worse.
Mar. (Turning to Opal, who looks very much frightened.) What is it you say? Dont you think I overheard it? Not paid your addresses to me! O! you false man! can you deny the declarations you have made? the oaths you have sworn? O! you false man!
Op. Upon honour, madam, we men of fashion dont expect to be called to an account for every foolish thing we say.
Mar. What you have written then shall witness
