WILLFORD. Yes.--And with more joy than I left it. (_To_ SIR GEORGE) Joy, in my daughter's virtuous contempt of thee. (_To his children_) Leave the house instantly. [_Exit_ HENRY _and_ ELEANOR. WILLFORD. [_Addressing himself to_ SIR GEORGE. Your present is but deposited in a lawyer's hands, whose word gained me my liberty--he shall immediately return it to you, while I return to imprisonment. SIR GEORGE. If the money is in a lawyer's hands, my good friend, it may be some time before you get it returned. [_Going._ WILLFORD. Stay, Sir George--(_he returns_) And look me in the face while you insult me. (SIR GEORGE _looks on the floor_.) You cannot.--I therefore triumph, while you stand before me abashed like a culprit.--Yet be assured, unthinking, dissipated man, that with all your insolence and cruelty towards me and mine, I have still the charity to rejoice, even for your sake, at seeing you thus confounded. This shame is at least one trait in your favour; and while it revenges my wrongs, gives me joy to find, you are not a _hardened_ libertine. [_Exeunt._ END OF THE SECOND ACT. ACT III. SCENE I. _The apartment at_ SIR GEORGE SPLENDORVILLE'S, _where the night has been passed at play--Several card-tables with company playing_--SIR GEORGE _and_ LADY CAROLINE _at the same table_. SIR GEORGE _rises furiously_. SIR GEORGE. Never was the whole train of misfortunes so united to undo a man, as this night to ruin me. The most obstinate round of ill luck---- MR. LUCRE. [_Waking from a sleep._ What is all that? You have lost a great deal of money, I suppose? SIR GEORGE. Every guinea I had about me, and fifteen thousand besides, for which I have given my word. MR. LUCRE. Fifteen thousand guineas! and I have not won one of them.--Oh, confusion upon every thing that has prevented me. SIR GEORGE. [_Taking_ LADY CAROLINE _aside_. Lady Caroline, you are the sole person who has profited by my loss.--Prove to me that your design was not to ruin me; to sink me into the abyss of misfortune,--prove to me, you love me in return for all my tender love to you. And (_taking up the cards_) give me my revenge in one single cut. LADY CAROLINE. If this is the proof you require, I consent. SIR GEORGE. Thank you.--And it is for double or quit.--Thank you. [_She shuffles and cuts._ SIR GEORGE. Ay, it will be mine--thank you.--I shall be the winner--thank you. (_He cuts--then tears the cards and throws them on the floor._) Destraction!--Furies of the blackest kind conspire against me, and all their serpents are in my heart.--Cruel, yet beloved woman! Could you thus abuse and take advantage of the madness of my situation? LADY CAROLINE. Your misfortunes, my dear Sir George--make you blind.