Elv. Dare not doubt it.—[Trembling and confused.
Has. Dare not?
Elv. No, Sir, dare not. [Violently.
Aur. Oh, heavens!
Sir Luke. [To Aurelia.] Come, my dear, you and I will get out of the way.
[Retiring with her.
Lady. O, dear!—for heaven's sake!—Mr. Twineall, this is your doing.
Twi. Me, Madam!——
Has. I beg the company's pardon—but [To Elvirus.] a single word with you, Sir, if you please.
Lady. Dear Mr. Haswell——