MRS. FAIN. Yes, for I have loved with indiscretion.

MIRA. You should have just so much disgust for your husband as may
be sufficient to make you relish your lover.

MRS. FAIN. You have been the cause that I have loved without
bounds, and would you set limits to that aversion of which you have
been the occasion? Why did you make me marry this man?

MIRA. Why do we daily commit disagreeable and dangerous actions?
To save that idol, reputation. If the familiarities of our loves
had produced that consequence of which you were apprehensive, where
could you have fixed a father's name with credit but on a husband?
I knew Fainall to be a man lavish of his morals, an interested and
professing friend, a false and a designing lover, yet one whose wit
and outward fair behaviour have gained a reputation with the town,
enough to make that woman stand excused who has suffered herself to
be won by his addresses. A better man ought not to have been
sacrificed to the occasion; a worse had not answered to the purpose.
When you are weary of him you know your remedy.

MRS. FAIN. I ought to stand in some degree of credit with you,
Mirabell.

MIRA. In justice to you, I have made you privy to my whole design,
and put it in your power to ruin or advance my fortune.

MRS. FAIN. Whom have you instructed to represent your pretended
uncle?