Lady Filson.

[Rocking herself to and fro.] Oh! Oh!

Sir Randle.

A beggarly author!

Bertram.

[The picture of dejection.] But if the worst comes to the worst—if she's obdurate, I mean t'say—an alliance between Society and Literature—I suppose there's no actual disgrace in it.

Sir Randle.

A duffer—a duffer whose trash doesn't sell——!

Lady Filson.

Taking advantage of a silly, emotional woman, to feather his nest!