But what Mars bindeth, Venus dissolveth.

It is not wholly hopeless.

I should recommend you to persevere." "Juggler!" exclaimed "Wyvil between his teeth.
"I am no juggler!" replied Lilly, angrily; "and to prove I am not, I will tell you who you are who thus insult me, though you have not announced yourself, and are desirous of preserving your _incognito_.

You are the Earl of Rochester, and your companion is Sir George Etherege." "'Fore heaven! we are discovered," cried the earl; "but whether by art, magic, or from previous acquaintance with our features, I pretend not to determine." "In either case, my lord,--for it is useless, since you have avowed yourself, to address you longer as Wyvil," replied Etherege,--"you owe Mr.Lilly an apology for the insult you have offered him.

It was as undeserved as uncalled for; for he described your position with Amabel exactly." "I am sorry for what I said," replied the earl, with great frankness, "and entreat Mr.Lilly to overlook it, and impute it to its real cause,--disappointment at his judgment." "I wish I could give you better hopes, my lord," replied Lilly; "but I readily accept your apology.