Vapid. Yes—there—there! [Pointing.] Now for it!—what an effect!
[Lord S. opens the Glass Doors, and discovers Neville kneeling to Louisa. Marianne with them.
Vapid. There, Peter! there's catastrophe!—Shakspeare's invention nothing!—Applaud it, you dog—clap, clap, Peter, clap!
Lord. What are you at, you impudent rascal?—get out of the room.
[Exit Peter.
Vapid. I should set this down—I may forget.
Mari. Lord! he has a very bad memory,—I hope he won't forget our marriage.
Nev. Oh! Louisa, what am I to think?
Louisa. That I have wronged thee, Neville!
[Embracing.