her mother that her Adolphus was an ideal personage who has no longer existence, and that her love is buried with him; but here she comes, so we will leave you to fight your own battle.
[Exeunt Lord and Lady Gules.
Enter Elaine.
Ad. Dear Elaine.
El. Sir!
Ad. Nay, rather Adolphus than sir.
El. How can I say Adolphus? there is no Adolphus.
Ad. Indeed there is—[producing wig and spectacles]—pup-pup-pardon me while I put them on. If it was only my wig and spectacles you cared about, did-did-dearest, I will wear them and stammer through life fuf-fuf-for your sake.
El. Oh, Mr Gresham, how can you be so heartless? You know very well I loved you—at least I didn’t love you,—I mean, I thought I loved Adolphus—at least I was sure of it at the time; but I’m sure I don’t now. Oh, how cruel of you!
Ad. But if it was not my wig and spectacles and stammer for which you felt a magnetic