Sir Simon. Ha! in other words, you can't clap an extinguisher upon your feelings, without a father-in-law who can sell you one. But Lady Caroline Braymore is your wife, or I am no longer your father.
Enter Tom Shuffleton and Lady Caroline Braymore.
Shuff. How d'ye do, good folks? How d'ye do?
Sir Simon. Ha! Lady Caroline!—Tom, I have had a little business.—The last dinner-bell has rung, Lady Caroline; but I'll attend you directly.
Shuff. Baronet, I'm afraid we sha'n't be able to dine with you to-day.
Sir Simon. Not dine with me!
Lady Car. No;—we are just married!
Sir Simon. Hell and the devil! married!
Shuff. Yes; we are married, and can't come.
Pereg. [Aside.] Then 'tis time to speak to old Thornberry.