Peter. I can hold no longer—sir!
Vapid. Hush!—you d—d dog, you'll ruin the catastrophe.
Peter. I don't care—I'll tell him every thing—sir!—Mr Neville!
Vapid. You villain!—Do you ever go to a play?—did you ever sit in the gallery?
Peter. Yes, sir, sometimes.
Vapid. Then know this is all for your good——you'll applaud it some day or other, you dog—curse it, won't he have happiness enough bye and bye?—-What—you are going abroad, Neville?
Nev. Yes, for ever.—Farewell, Vapid.
Vapid. Farewell, Neville—good night——Now for the effect!—Miss Courtney is in the next room.
Nev. What!
Vapid. Miss Courtney is in the next room.