SCENE I. An Apartment at Sir Luke Tremor's.
Enter Sir Luke and Aurelia.
Sir Luke. Why, then Aurelia, (though I never mention'd it to my Lady Tremor) my friend wrote me word, he had reason to suppose your affections were improperly fixed upon a young gentleman in that neighbourhood; and this was his reason for wishing you to leave that place to come hither—and this continual dejection convinces me my friend was not mistaken—answer me—can you say he was?
Aur. Why, then, Sir Luke, candidly to confess—
Sir Luke. Nay, no tears—why in tears? for a husband? be comforted—we'll get you one ere long, I warrant.
Aur. Dear, Sir Luke, how can you imagine I am in tears because I have not a husband, while you see Lady Tremor every day in tears for the very opposite cause?
Sir Luke. No matter—women like a husband through pride—and I have known a woman marry from that very motive, even a man she has been ashamed of.
Aur. Why, then I dare say, poor Lady Tremor married from pride.
Sir Luke. Yes;—and I'll let her know pride is painful.
Aur. But, Sir, her Ladyship's philosophy—
Sir Luke. She has no philosophy.