Peter. Lady Waitfor't is below, inquiring for that lady, or my master.
Flor. For my brother?
Peter. Yes, sir, and my lord has sent to know if Mr Vapid, or her ladyship, have been here;—he was in bed, but on receiving a letter, got up, and will be here in an instant.
Louisa. For Heaven's sake, Mr Floriville, let me retire,—I cannot support the conflict.
Flor. Promise to recall your spirits, and you shall.
Louisa. What I can do I will.
Flor. Then know no apprehension, for, on my life, you shall not be disturbed.
[Leads her to the Door of the Library, and talks in dumb show.
Vapid. [From Closet.] Peter! Peter! can't you release me?
Peter. No, sir, don't move, you'll ruin every thing.