[Taking his Sister under his Arm.
Mrs. Blandish. [With a Look of Courtship to the Company.] Oh! the two charming pairs!
Blandish. [Pulling her away.] Oh! thou walking dedication!
[Exeunt.
Lord G. Precious group, fare ye well. [To Sir Clement.] And now, sir, whatever may be your determinations towards me—here are pretensions you may patronize without breach of discretion. The estate which devolves to my friend—
Rightly. To prevent errors—is not his to bestow.
Sir C. What now—more flaws?
Rightly. The estate was his beyond the reach of controversy: but before he was truly sure of it, on his way to Hyde-Park, did this spendthrift, by a stroke of his pen, divest himself of every shilling—Here is the covenant by which he binds himself to execute proper conveyances as soon as the necessary forms can be gone through.
Lord G. And in favour of whom is this desperate act?
Rightly. Of a most dangerous seducer—a little mercenary, that, when she gets hold of the heart, does not leave an atom of it our own.