[Aside.] We are all liable to mistakes, sir. If you own it to be
so, there needs no farther apology.
BELL. Nay, faith, madam, 'tis a pleasant one, and worth your
hearing. Expecting a friend last night, at his lodgings, till
'twas late, my intimacy with him gave me the freedom of his bed.
He not coming home all night, a letter was delivered to me by a
servant in the morning. Upon the perusal I found the contents so
charming that I could think of nothing all day but putting 'em in
practice, until just now, the first time I ever looked upon the
superscription, I am the most surprised in the world to find it
directed to Mr. Vainlove. Gad, madam, I ask you a million of
pardons, and will make you any satisfaction.
LAET. I am discovered. And either Vainlove is not guilty, or he
has handsomely excused him. [Aside.]
BELL. You appear concerned, madam.
LAET. I hope you are a gentleman;--and since you are privy to a
weak woman's failing, won't turn it to the prejudice of her
reputation. You look as if you had more honour -
BELL.
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