Alscrip. No, but in my estate; which is a damned deal worse.
Miss Als. How? what? when?—where?——The estate that was to be settled upon me?
Alscrip. Yes, but that me turned topsey turvey—when me broke into my room this morning, and the devil followed, to fly away with all my faculties at once—I am ruined—Let us see what you will settle upon your poor father.
Miss Als. I settle upon you?
Mrs. Blandish. This is an embarrassing accident.
Miss Als. Yes, and a pretty help you are, with a drop chin, like a frontispiece to the Lamentations.
Rightly. [Coming forward with Sir Clement.] I stated this with some doubt this morning, but now my credit as a lawyer upon the issue.—The heiress falls short of the terms in your treaty by two thousand pounds a-year—which this deed, lately and providentially discovered, entails upon the heirs of Sir William Charlton, and consequently, in right of his mother, upon this gentleman.
Lady E. How!
Lord G. Happy disappointment.