_Mr. Seal._ No, madam; but to be free with you, the fame of your beauty, and the regard which Mr. Bevil is a little too well known to have for you, excited my curiosity. _Ind._ Too well known to have for me! Your sober appearance, sir, which my friend described, made me expect no rudeness, or absurdity, at least----Who's there?--Sir, if you pay the money to a servant, 'twill be as well. _Mr. Seal._ Pray, madam, be not offended; I came hither on an innocent, nay, a virtuous design; and, if you will have patience to hear me, it may be as useful to you, as you are in a friendship with Mr. Bevil, as to my only daughter, whom I was this day disposing of. _Ind._ You make me hope, sir, I have mistaken you. I am composed again; be free, say on--[_Aside._]--what I am afraid to hear. _Mr. Seal._ I feared, indeed, an unwarranted passion here, but I did not think it was in abuse of so worthy an object, so accomplished a lady as your sense and mien bespeak; but the youth of our age care not what merit and virtue they bring to shame, so they gratify---- _Ind._ Sir, you are going into very great errors; but as you are pleased to say you see something in me that has changed at least the colour of your suspicions, so has your appearance altered mine, and made me earnestly attentive to what has any way concerned you to inquire into my affairs and character. _Mr. Seal._ How sensibly, with what an air she talks! _Ind._ Good sir, be seated, and tell me tenderly; keep all your suspicions concerning me alive, that you may in a proper and prepared way acquaint me why the care of your daughter obliges a person of your seeming worth and fortune to be thus inquisitive about a wretched, helpless, friendless----[_Weeping._] But I beg your pardon; though I am an orphan, your child is not; and your concern for her, it seems, has brought you hither.--I'll be composed; pray go on, sir. _Mr. Seal._ How could Mr. Bevil be such a monster, to injure such a woman? _Ind._ No, sir, you wrong him; he has not injured me. My support is from his bounty. _Mr. Seal._ Bounty! when gluttons give high prices for delicates, they are prodigious bountiful. _Ind._ Still, still you will persist in that error. But my own fears tell me all. You are the gentleman, I suppose, for whose happy daughter he is designed a husband by his good father, and he has, perhaps, consented to the overture. He was here this morning, dressed beyond his usual plainness--nay, most sumptuously--and he is to be, perhaps, this night a bridegroom. _Mr. Seal._ I own he was intended such; but, madam, on your account, I have determined to defer my daughter's marriage till I am satisfied from your own mouth of what nature are the obligations you are under to him.