Vapid. Master Brook, let me persuade you.
Lord. Flames and firebrands, the fiend again!
Vapid. Give consent, and I'll give Neville a fortune—he shall have the entire profit of the different plays in which I intend to have the honour of introducing yourself and the old Lady Hurlothrumbo.
Lord. Oh, that I was not a peer! if I was any thing else—but, thank Heaven, Louisa is more averse to the match than myself.
Vapid. Is she?
Lord. Yes, she knows his falsehood, and despises him.
Vapid. What, you are confident of it?
Lord. Out of my way, sir,—I'll not answer you,—I'll go take her to town directly.—Out of my way, sir.
Vapid. Stop—you're wrong, Master Brook—she's in that room.
Lord. Where?—behind me?