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20 ’Tis very hard indeed, if one mut not peak ill of one’s neighbours, dead, nor alive.

Who knows whether he was the father of Agatha’s child? She never aid he was.

Nobody but him—that I am ure—I would lay a wager—no, no, huband—you mut not take his part—it was very wicked! Who knows what is now become of that poor creature? She has not been heard of this many a year. May be he is tarving for hunger. Her father might have lived longer too, if that misfortune had not happened.

See here! Help! She is fainting—take hold!

Oh, poor woman!

Let us take her into the next room.

Oh poor woman! I am afraid he will not live. Come, chear up, chear up. You are with thoe who feel for you. [They lead her off.]

A table pread for breakfat—Several ervants in livery dipening the equipage— enters, attended by a  in waiting.

Has not Count Cael left his chamber yet?

No, my lord, he has but now rung for his valet.