Count.
And was merry with his friends; and his friends as fond of him as ever?
Baron.
Perhaps [confuſed]—perhaps they were.
Count.
And perhaps he now and then took upon him to lecture young men for their gallantries?
Baron.
Perhaps he did.
Count.
Why, then, after all, Baron, your villain is a mighty good, prudent, honeſt fellow; and I have no objection to your giving me that name.
Baron.
But do you not think of ſome atonement to the unfortunate girl?
Count.
Did your villain atone?
Baron.
No; when his reaſon was matured, he wiſhed to make ſome recompenſe; but his endeavours were too late.
Count.
I will follow his example, and wait till my reaſon is matured, before I think myſelf competent to determine what to do.
Baron.
And ’till that time I defer your marriage with my daughter.
Count.
Would you delay her happineſs ſo long? Why, my dear Baron, conſidering the fashion-
