Sir Luke. Aye, now he has mended it finely.
Lady. Mr. Twineall, let me tell you—
Sir Luke. My dear—Lady Tremor—[Taking her aside.] let him alone—let him go on—there is something preparing for him he little expects—so let the poor man say and do what he pleases, for the present—it won't last long—for he has offended my Lord Flint, and, I dare say his Lordship will be able, upon some account or another, to get him imprisoned for life.
Lady. Imprisoned! Why not take off his head at once?
Sir Luke. Well, my dear—I am sure I have no objection—and I dare say my Lord will have it done, to oblige you.—Egad, I must make friends with her to keep mine safe. [Aside.
Lady. Do you mean to take him out to dinner with us?
Sir Luke. Yes, my dear, if you approve of it—not else.
Lady. You are grown extremely polite.
Sir Luke. Yes, my dear, his Lordship has taught me how to be polite.—Mr. Twineall, Lady Tremor and I are going to prepare for our visit, and I will send a servant to shew you to your apartment, in order to dress, for you will favour us with your company, I hope?
Twi. Certainly, Sir Luke, I shall do myself the honour.