Undermine the devil, sir! Don’t talk to me! Let these ladies go, I say! Don’t bring them into Court, don’t see their faces—don’t hear their voices—if you do, you’ll regret it!
Mr. Posket.
Colonel Lukyn!
Lukyn.
[Leaning across the table and gripping Mr. Posket by the shoulder.] Posket, do you know that one of these ladies is a married lady?
Mr. Posket.
Of course I don’t, sir. I blush to hear it.
Lukyn.
And do you know that from the moment this married lady steps into your confounded Court, the happiness, the contentment of a doting husband, become a confounded wreck and ruin?