Twi. No, Madam—Sir, I am very sorry we had not the pleasure of your company on board of us. [To Elvirus.
Sir Luke. You had;—Mr. Glanmore came over in the Mercury—did not you tell me so, Sir?
[Elvirus bows.
Twi. Bless my soul, Sir! I beg your pardon—but surely that cannot be—I got acquainted with every soul on board of us—every creature—all their connections—and I can scarcely suppose you were of the number.
Sir Luke. [Aside.] How impertinent he is to this gentleman too! O! that I had but courage to knock him down.
Elv. [To Twineall.] Perhaps, Sir—
Aur. Yes, I dare say, that was the case.
Twi. What was the case, Madam?
Sir Luke. Wha—wha—wha—[Mimicks.] that is not good breeding.
Has. Why do you blush, Aurelia?