_Prompt._ She is certainly there, sir, and cannot escape. Where can she better remain, till you can assemble all parties, confront them, face to face, and bring every thing that has passed to a full explanation? _Sir C._ With all my heart; send and collect every body concerned as fast as possible.--How I long for so complicated an exhibition of the purity of the human heart; Come with me, Emily, and help to digest my plan,--Friends and lovers, what a scene shall we show you! [_Takes LADY EMILY under the Arm.--Exeunt._ ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. _An Apartment._ _Enter CLIFFORD and MR. RIGHTLY._ _Cliff._ Your knowledge in the profession, Mr. Rightly, is as unquestionable as your integrity; but there is something so surprising in the recovery of the Charlton estate.--If you knew, too, how the value of the acquisition is enhanced, by the opportune moment in which it presents itself--I am in too much emotion to thank you as I ought. _Rightly._ Sir, I want neither compliment, nor acknowledgment, for revealing what I should be a party to dishonesty to conceal. _Cliff._ You have a right to all my thoughts: but I have an appointment to obey, that admits no time for explanation; favour me for a moment with your pencil, [_RIGHTLY takes out a Pencil and Pocket-book._] and a blank page in that memorandum-book. [_CLIFFORD writes._ _Rightly._ My life on't, his head is turned upon some girl not worth a shilling--There is an amiable defect, but a very observable one, in the nature of some men. A good head and heart operate as effectually as vice or folly could do to make them improvident. _Cliff._ Mr. Rightly, I confide to your hands a new secret relative to the Charlton estate; do not read it till you return home. [_Gives the Book, aside, and going._] There, Gayville, is one reply to your challenge--and now for another. _Rightly._ One moment, sir--I engage for no secrecy that my own judgment shall not warrant. _Cliff._ And the benevolence of your heart approve--Those are my conditions. [_Exeunt on opposite Sides._ SCENE II. _Hyde Park._ _Enter LORD GAYVILLE impetuously, looking at his Watch._ _Lord G._ Not here! I am sure I marked the hour as well as the place, precisely in my note. [_Walks about._] Had I been told three days ago, that I should have been the appellant in a premeditated duel, I should have thought it an insult upon my principles--That Clifford should be the cause of my transgressing the legal and sacred duties, we have ever both maintained--oh, it would have seemed a visionary impossibility--But he comes, to cut reflections short-- _Enter CLIFFORD._ _Lord G._ I waited for you, sir. _Cliff._ [_Bows in Silence._] _Lord G._ That ceremonial would grace an encounter of punctilio, but applies ill to the terms upon which I have called you here. _Cliff._ What terms are those, my lord?