Mari. A gentleman run away with me;—he is now in the room.
Lord. In the room! what, Floriville?
Mari. No, behind you.
[Pointing to Vapid, who is writing at a Table.
Lord. Ghosts and spectres! my evil genius!
Mari. Come, my dear, haven't you almost finished?
[Vapid rises.
Vapid. Yes, the denouement is complete, and now, Mrs Vapid, I resign myself to love and you.
Mari. Come, give consent, my lord,—my husband will get money, though I have none.
Lord. None!—I dare say he can tell you, you will have twelve thousand pounds in less than a year.