Enter Lady Emily.
Blandish. Lady Emily!
Sir C. Inexplicable, with a vengeance.
Miss Als. [Aside.] Lady Emily, shut up in Clifford's apartment! Beyond my expectation, indeed.
[With a malicious Air.
[Lady Emily seems pleased.
Sir C. [Dryly.] Lady Emily, I know you were always cautious whom you visited, and never gave a better proof of your discernment.
Lady E. Never. Oh! my poor dear uncle, you little think what is going to befall you.
Sir C. Not a disappointment in love, I hope.
Lady E. No, but in something much nearer your heart—your system is threatened with a blow, that I think, and from my soul I hope, it never will recover: would you guess that the sagacious observations of your whole life are upon the point of being confounded by the production—