[All this time, my Lord is slowly walking away.
Lady. How! are you going to leave me, my lord?
Vapid. [Taking out his Common-place Book.] 'Faith this musn't be lost!—here's something worth observing.
[Exit Lord Scratch.
Lady. Oh, I shall burst with rage!—Mr Vapid, I desire you'll explain how you came in that closet.—Why don't you answer me, sir?
Vapid. Your pardon, ma'am, I was taking a note of the affair—and yet I'm afraid——
Lady. What are you afraid of, sir?
Vapid. That it has been dramatized before;—it is certainly not a new case.
Lady. Insupportable!—But I take my leave of you all!—I abandon you for ever!—I!—oh, I shall go wild!
[Exit in a rage.