Sir Luke. Yes, my dear, I don't doubt but you think so; for I remember you used to make your favourite monkey wear just such a jacket, when he went out a visiting.
Twin. Was he your favourite, Madam?—Sir, you are very obliging. [Bowing to Sir Luke.]
Sir Luke. My Lord, if it were possible for your Lordship to call to your remembrance such a trifle—
Lady. Dear Sir Luke——[Pulling him.
Lord. Egad, I believe I do call to my remembrance—[Gravely considering.]—Not, I assure you, Sir, that I perceive any great resemblance—or, if it was so—I dare say it is merely in the dress——which I must own strikes me as most ridiculous—very ridiculous indeed.——
Twi. My Lord!
Lord. I beg pardon, if I have said any thing that——Lady Tremor, what did I say?——make my apology, if I have said any thing improper—you know my unhappy failing.
[Goes up the stage.
Lady. [to Twineall.] Sir, his Lordship has made a mistake in the word "ridiculous," which I am sure he did not mean to say—but he is apt to make use of one word for another—his Lordship has been so long out of England, that he may be said in some measure to have forgotten his native language.
[His Lordship all this time appears consequentially absent.