Well, convince him that he can pay it by any sacrifice; won't he pay it?
Convince him that it would benefit her if he lay in the mud; wouldn't he do it?
I don't know.

I made a little prayer yesterday night, grotesque enough, but very sincere, that there might be no fifth act of tragedy to make a discord of your comedy.' Fielding received Mrs.Willoughby's command to join Drake with a grin at her conception of him as fit company for a gentleman disappointed in his love-affairs.

He nevertheless obeyed it, and travelling to Grindelwald found Drake waiting him on the platform with the hands of an oakum-picker, and a face toned uniformly to the colour of a ripe pippin.
'You have been climbing mountains, I suppose ?' asked Fielding.
'Yes,' nodded Drake.
'Well, don't ask me to join you.

It produces a style of conversation I don't like.' Drake laughed, and protested that nothing was further from his intention.
Certain letters, however, which Fielding wrote to Mrs.Willoughby during this period proved that he did join him, and more than once.

The two men returned to London half-way through September.
On the journey from Dover to Charing Cross Drake asked whether Mrs.
Willoughby was in town.