RANDOLPH TO SARAH.
Yes--I do forgive him. Now tell me his name, and where
I can find him. It were a pity that he should not know,
that I forgive him. We might meet else, by chance; and
he might think it a secret for me; or that I were a dastard.
I wait your answer.
Mr. Molton's wife is suddenly dead; at a very critical
moment, too; and the story is, by poison, administered
by herself. This, say others, is incredible. The town
is greatly agitated---for Mr. Grenville's death, happening
just before—and Mr. Molton's reputed love for Mrs.
Grenville, have given rise to no very pleasant conjectures.
His death was cruel---horrible. May some of our
vessels encounter the pirates, and send them to the bottom,
as they sent this unhappy man---limb by limb. He
appears to have been much respected;---and his wife is
spoken of in the most exalted terms, except for one thing.
She is blamed for her intimacy with this Molton; and
yet, it is said, and believed, that Mr. Grenville expressly
put her into his hands; when he departed. Strange infatuation,
indeed, if he or she, be like the men and women
of the earth.
RANDOLPH.
Your health—tell me how it is, I must try to see you,
erelong. Will you permit it? Something of moment has
happened to me. I will explain it, when we meet.
R.
