You have enticed him to the gaming table, and ruined him.
ROBINAIR.
Well; of this, also, I have some recollection.
BRUTON.
And your lax doctrines respecting money transactions have, I doubt not, suggested to him, that robbing an old relation of what he could easily spare, and of what, in the course of a few years, would probably be his own by right, could scarcely be considered as a crime.
ROBINAIR.
Thou sayest truth: I have done all this. And wherefore have I done it, thinkest thou? For the paltry gains to be made from the ruin of a man of moderate fortune?—I, who had talents to have speculated on a much grander scale? Out upon thy little narrow conceptions!
BRUTON.
Nay, I knew that revenge for disappointed passion had a good share in all your manoeuvres.
