Shuff. When Traitor's in the avenue, I shall be there.
[Exit John.
Lady Car. Answer me one question, candidly, and, perhaps, I may entrust you with a secret.—Is Mr. Rochdale seriously attached?
Shuff. Very seriously.
Lady Car. Then I won't marry him.
Shuff. That's spirited.—Now, your secret.
Lady Car. Why—perhaps you may have heard, that my father, Lord Fitz Balaam, is, somehow, so—so much in debt, that—but, no matter.
Shuff. Oh, not at all;—the case is fashionable, with both lords and commoners.
Lady Car. But an old maiden aunt, whom, rest her soul! I never saw, for family pride's sake, bequeathed me an independence. To obviate his lordship's difficulties, I mean to—to marry into this humdrum Cornish family.
Shuff. I see—a sacrifice!—filial piety, and all that—to disembarrass his lordship. But hadn't your ladyship better—