Besides, the person charg'd is of high rank.

ANDREWS. O! there's no rank can sanctify such outrage.
Lord Belmour! say--

WILSON. Yes--he--or why that name?

ANDREWS. They nearly are a-kin--and yet of late
His visits have been rather more than usual.
But have you any proof for this your hint?

WILSON. It is the current rumour of the neighbourhood,
Else I should ne'er have dar'd to wound your ear;
But friendship urges the unpleasing task--
You tell me, you sleep mostly in the country?

ANDREWS. What then? he may, ev'n when I sleep in town,
Pass nights with her, and all unknown to me.

WILSON. You puzzle me.

ANDREWS. 'Tis easily explain'd.
For some time past we've slept in separate chambers.
For when she had exchang'd her harmless life
For the destructive course she now pursues,
Her hours became so late and so uncertain,
My rest was quite disturb'd.

WILSON. Unhappy state!
Have you discours'd her calmly on these matters?