Enter Sir Luke, and stands close to the scenes.
Lady. Oh! oh! [Crying.
Sir Luke. How do you do now, my dear?
Twi. Upon my word, Sir Luke—
Sir Luke. O, Sir, no apology—it does not signify—never mind it—I beg you won't put yourself to the trouble of an apology—it is of no kind of consequence.
Lady. What do you mean, Sir Luke? [Recovered.
Sir Luke. To shew proper philosophy, my dear, under the affliction I feel for your distress.
Lady. [To Aurelia.] Take Twineall out of the room.
Aur. Mr. Twineall, her Ladyship begs you'll leave the room, till she is a little recovered.
Twi. Certainly. [Bows respectfully to her Ladyship, and exit with Aurelia.