[Exit.
Sir Simon. Lady Caroline!
Lady Car. I lost my appetite in your family this morning, Sir Simon; and have no relish for any thing you can have the goodness to offer me.
Shuff. Don't press us, baronet;—that's quite out, in the New School.
Sir Simon. Oh, damn the New School!—who will explain all this mystery?
Frank. Mr. Shuffleton shall explain it, sir; and other mysteries too.
Shuff. My dear Frank, I have something to say to you. But here comes my papa; I've been talking to him, Sir Simon, and he'll talk to you. He does very well to explain, for the benefit of a country gentleman.
Enter Lord Fitz Balaam.
Sir Simon. My Lord, it is painful to be referred to you, when so much is to be said. What is it all?
Lord Fitz. You are disappointed, Sir Simon, and I am ruin'd.