SIR GEORGE. [_Taking her again aside._ No, they have rather opened my eyes, and have shown me what you are.--Still an object I adore; but I now perceive your are one to my ruin devoted.--If any other intention had directed you, would you have thus decoyed me to my folly?--You know my proneness to play, your own likelihood of success, and have palpably allured me to my destruction. Ungrateful woman, you never loved me, but taught me to believe so, in order to partake of my prodigality.--Do not be suspicious, madam; the debt shall be discharged within a week. LADY CAROLINE. [_With the utmost indifference._ That will do, sir--I depend upon your word; and that will do. [_Exit curtsying._ SIR GEORGE. Ungrateful--cruel--she is gone without giving me one hope.--She even insults--despises me. MR. LUCRE. [_Coming forward._ Indeed, my dear friend, I compassionate your ill luck most feelingly; and yet I am nearly as great an object of compassion on this occasion as yourself; for I have not won a single guinea of all your losses: if I had, why I could have borne your misfortune with some sort of patience. LADY BRIDGET. My dear Sir George, your situation affects me so extremely, I cannot stay a moment longer in your presence. [_Goes to the door, and returns._] But you may depend upon my prayers. [_Exit._ LORD HAZARD. Sir George, if I had any consolation to offer, it should be at your service--but you know--you are convinced--I have merely a sufficiency of consolation--that is, of friends and of money to support myself in the rank of life I hold in the world. For without that--without that rank--I sincerely wish you a good morning. [_Exit_ LORD HAZARD. SIR GEORGE. Good morning. [_The company by degrees all steal out of the room, except_ Mr. LUCRE. SIR GEORGE. [_Looking around._ Where are all my guests?--the greatest part gone without a word in condolence, and the rest torturing me with insulting wishes. Here! behold! here is the sole reliance which I have prepared for the hour of misfortune; and what is it?--words--compliments--desertion--and from those, whose ingratitude makes their neglect still more poignant. [_Turns and perceives_ Mr. LUCRE.] Lucre, my dear Lucre, are not you amazed at what you see? MR. LUCRE. No, not at all--'tis the way of the world--we caress our acquaintances whilst they are happy and in power, but if they fall into misfortune, we think we do enough if we have the good nature to pity them. SIR GEORGE. And are you, one of these friends? MR. LUCRE. I am like the rest of the world.--I was in the number of your flatterers; but at present you have none--for you may already perceive, we are grown sincere. SIR GEORGE. But have not you a thousand times desired me, in any distress, to prove you?