[Soothing her.] Well, well, well! there, there, there! At least, my dear sister, I am perfectly aweer that I possess in you the woman above all others whose example should compel such a transformation.
Miss Gower.
[Throwing her arms about his neck.] Oh, brother, what a compliment——!
Sir William.
Tut, tut, tut! And now, before Charles sets the card-table, don't you think we had better—eh, Trafalgar?
Miss Gower.
Yes, yes—our disagreeable duty; let us discharge it. [Sir William takes snuff.] Rose, dear, be seated. [To everybody.] The Vice Chancellor has something to say to us. Let us all be seated.
[There is consternation among the young people. All sit.]
Sir William.
[Peering about him.] Are ye seated?