Alas! alas! I thought to have brought thee comfort.
ARDEN.
What comfort? Where is it?
MRS. ARDEN.
I went in quest of it, but I have returned empty. He is inexorable.
ARDEN.
O! I remember now. Thou hast been with Robinair then?
MRS. ARDEN.
Yes; I am come from his house, where I have knelt and wept at his feet.
ARDEN.
And he is inexorable?
MRS. ARDEN.
There is nothing to hope for from him. He has talked of befriending me and my son; but for thee he has no pity. He has talked, indeed, as if certain compliances on my part might have power to move him in your behalf, and desired me to acquaint him with my determination this night at his house near Chelsea; but there was a malignant mockery on his face, as he spoke, which made me regard what he said as an unworthy insult, that had no serious meaning.
