Pamela
M. Adolph, you see to what you are exposing me. That poor lad is a
workman, a most kind-hearted fellow; he has an uncle rich enough to
set him up in business; he wishes to marry me, and in one moment I
have lost my prospects--and for whom? I do not know you, and from the
manner in which you imperil the reputation of a young girl who has no
capital but her good behavior, I conclude that you think you have the
right to do so. You are rich and you make sport of poor people!

Jules
No, my dear Pamela. I know who you are, and I take you at your true
value. I love you, I am rich, and we will never leave one another. My
traveling carriage is with a friend, at the gate of St. Denis; we will
proceed on foot to catch it; I intend embarking for England. You must
come with me. I cannot explain my intentions now, for the least delay
may prove fatal to me.

Pamela
What do you mean?

Jules
You shall see--

Pamela
Are you in your right senses, M. Adolph? After having followed me
about for a month, seen me twice at a dance, written me several
declarations, such as young men of your sort write to any and every
woman, you point-blank propose an elopement!