How can I get rid of that man? shall a b...

How can I get rid of that man? shall a boor, a drunkard, a ruffian, hold me in his grasp ready to crush me when he pleases? How do I know, even if I bribe him into silence, that in some drunken moment he may not tell all he knows? What shall I do? Some on may see him leaving here! I wonder if he has passed the gates? [looks off] Ah! here comes Robert Audley, he must not see me with a cloud upon my brow! let me again resume the mask, which not only imposes on him, but on all the world.

C.H. Hazlewood, "Lady Audley's Secret" in Nineteenth Century Plays, ed. George Rowell, Oxford University Press, 1987, p.252.