His plan, like everything truly scientific, was simple.
"I'll run her down to him, and ridicule him to her," resolved this faithful friend and lover dear.
He began with Vane.

He found him just leaving his own house.

After the usual compliments, some such dialogue as this took place between Telemachus and pseudo Mentor: "I trust you are not really in the power of this actress ?" "You are the slave of a word," replied Vane.

"Would you confound black and white because both are colors?
She is like that sisterhood in nothing but a name.

Even on the stage they have nothing in common.