Sir Charles then resumed his complacency, and cantered into London that same evening.
Arrived there, he set himself in earnest to cut out his friend with Mrs.
Woffington.

He had already caused his correspondence with that lady to grow warm and more tender, by degrees.

Keeping a copy of his last, he always knew where he was.

Cupid's barometer rose by rule; and so he arrived by just gradations at an artful climax, and made her in terms of chivalrous affection, an offer of a house, etc., three hundred a year, etc., not forgetting his heart, etc.

He knew that the ladies of the stage have an ear for flattery and an eye to the main chance.
The good Sir Charles felt sure that, however she might flirt with Vane or others, she would not forego a position for any disinterested _penchant._ Still, as he was a close player, he determined to throw a little cold water on that flame.