Enter Villers.
Vill. Mr. Hardy requests you to grant him a moment's conversation, Mr. Doricourt, though you should persist to send him miserable to the grave. Let me conduct you to his chamber.
Doric. Oh, aye, any where; to the Antipodes—to the Moon—Carry me—Do with me what you will.
Mrs. Rack. Mortification and disappointment, then, are specifics in a case of stubbornness.—I'll follow, and let you know what passes.
[Exeunt Villers, Doricourt, Mrs. Racket, and Miss Ogle.
Flut. Ladies, Ladies, have the charity to take me with you, that I may make no blunder in repeating the story.
[Exit Flutter.
Lady Fran. Sir George, you don't know Mr. Saville.
[Exit Lady Frances.
Sir Geo. Ten thousand pardons—but I will not pardon myself, for not observing you. I have been with the utmost impatience at your door twice to-day.