Yes, he was; and why do you say this so languidly?
MISS FRANKLAND.
To speak sincerely, then, I but half like his eagerness in helping to make me a poor woman.
LADY SHREWDLY.
Fie, fie, Fanny Frankland! your heart is an unfit place for unworthy thoughts to harbour in.
MISS FRANKLAND.
They sometimes harbour in better hearts than mine.
LADY SHREWDLY.
Ay, they are subtle imps, that for a moment will find shelter anywhere; but they are quickly turned adrift, and have rest and entertainment only with the unworthy.
MISS FRANKLAND.
I thank you! I thank you most gratefully, my dear Lady Shrewdly, for this friendly correction; I cast the base thought from my breast. I have given him cause by my petulance to suppose that I am not a fit companion for him, and therefore every thing particular between us is justly at an end. Why should I suppose that he has served me on this occasion from any but amiable motives?
