Elv. Glanmore—I announced that name to the servant.
Aur. You tremble.
Elv. The imposition hurts me—and I feel as if I dreaded a detection, though 'tis scarce possible—Sorrows have made a coward of me—even the servant, I thought, looked at me with suspicion—and I was both confounded and enraged.
Aur. Go into this apartment; I'll follow you—there we may be safe—and do not hide the smallest circumstance which I may have to apprehend.
[Elvirus exit at a door.
Sir Luke. [Without.] Abominable! provoking! impertinent! not to be borne!
Aur. [Listening.] Thank Heaven, Sir Luke is so perplexed with some affairs of his own, he may not think of mine.—
[Exit to Elvirus.
Enter Sir Luke, followed by Lady Tremor.
Sir Luke. I am out of all patience—and all temper—did you ever hear of such a compleat impertinent coxcomb? Talk, talk, talk, continually! and referring to me on all occasions! "Such a man was a brave General—another a great Admiral," and then he must tell a long story about a siege, and ask me if it did not make my bosom glow!