_Blandish._ They are both in the right. I see things exactly as they do--but I have less fortitude, or more attachment than others:--The inclinations of the man, I love, are spells upon my opposition. _Lord G._ Kind Blandish! you are the confidant I want. _Blandish._ What has happened since your discovery in the closet? _Lord G._ The lovely wanderer left her lodgings the next morning--but I have again found her--she is in a house of equal retirement, but of very different character, in the city, and inaccessible. I have wrote to her, and knowing her to be distressed, I have enclosed bank bills for two hundred pounds, the acceptance of which I have urged with all the delicacy I am master of, and, by Heaven! without a purpose of corruption. _Blandish._ Two hundred pounds, and Lord Gayville's name-- _Lord G._ She has never known me, but by the name of Mr. Heartly. Since my ambition has been to be loved for my own sake, I have been jealous of my title. _Blandish._ And pr'ythee by what diligence or chance, did Mr. Heartly trace his fugitive? _Lord G._ By the acuteness of Mr. Prompt, your valet de chambre. You must pardon me for pressing into my service for this occasion, the fellow in the world fittest for it.--Here he comes. _Enter PROMPT._ _Prompt._ Are you alone, my lord? [_Starts at seeing his Master._ _Lord G._ Don't be afraid, Prompt--your peace is made. _Prompt._ Then there is my return for your lordship's goodness. [_Giving the Letter._] This letter was just now brought to the place appointed, by a porter. _Lord G._ By a Cupid, honest Prompt, and these characters were engraved by the point of his arrow! [_Kissing the Superscription._] "To ---- Heartly, Esq." Blandish, did you ever see any thing like it? _Blandish._ If her style be equal to her hand-writing-- _Lord G._ If it be equal!--Infidel! you shall have proof directly. [_Opens the Letter precipitately._] Hey-day! what the devil's here? my bills again, and no line--not a word--Death and disappointment, what's this! _Prompt._ Gad it's well if she is not off again--'faith I never asked where the letter came from. _Lord G._ Should you know the messenger again? _Prompt._ I believe I should, my lord. For a Cupid he was somewhat in years, about six feet high, and a nose rather given to purple. _Lord G._ Spare your wit, sir, till you find him. _Prompt._ I have a shorter way--my life upon it I start her myself. _Blandish._ And what is your device, sirrah! _Prompt._ Lord, sir, nothing so easy as to bring every living creature in this town to the window: a tame bear, or a mad ox; two men, or two dogs fighting; a balloon in the air--(or tied up to the ceiling 'tis the same thing) make but noise enough, and out they come, first and second childhood, and every thing between--I am sure I shall know her by inspiration. _Lord G._ Shall I describe her to you?