Sir C. Of what?
Lady E. A woman of ingenuous discretion, and a man of unaffected integrity.
Sir C. Hah!
Mrs. Blandish. What can she mean?
Miss Als. Nothing good—she looks so pleasant.
Lady E. Come forth, my injured friend. Our personal acquaintance has been short, but our hearts were intimate from the first sight. [Presenting her.] Your prisoner, sir, is Miss Harriet Clifford.
Sir C. Clifford's sister!
Miss Als. What, the run-away Alton, turned into a sprig of quality.
Lady E. [Disdainfully to Miss Alscrip.] The humble dependent of Alscrip house—The wanton—the paragon of fraud—the only female that can equal Clifford. [Tauntingly to Sir Clement.] She is indeed!