Lady Car. Mr. Shuffleton! Lard! what can bring you into Cornwall?
Shuff. Sympathy:—which has generally brought me near your ladyship, in London at least, for these three winters.
Lady Car. Psha! but seriously?
Shuff. I was summoned by friendship. I am consulted on all essential points, in this family;—and Frank Rochdale is going to be married.
Lady Car. Then, you know to whom?
Shuff. No;—not thinking that an essential point, I forgot to ask. He kneels at the pedestal of a rich shrine, and I didn't inquire about the statue. But, dear Lady Caroline, what has brought you into Cornwall?
Lady Car. Me? I'm the statue.
Shuff. You!
Lady Car. Yes; I've walk'd off my pedestal, to be worshipp'd at the Land's End.
Shuff. You to be married to Frank Rochdale! O, Lady Caroline! what then is to become of me?