[Elvirus looks with surprise, confusion, and repentance.]
Lady. But what success with the Sultan?
Has. He has granted me the pardon and freedom of any six I shall present as objects of his mercy.
Lady. I sincerely rejoice.—Then the youth and his father, whom you felt so much for, I am sure, will be in the number of those who share your clemency.
[Haswell makes no reply, and after a pause]—
Elv. [With the most supplicatory tone and manner.] Sir—Mr. Haswell—O, heavens!
Sir Luke. Come, Mr. Haswell, this young man seems sorry he has offended you—forgive him.
Lady. Aye, do, Mr. Haswell—are you sorry, Sir?
Elv. O! wounded to the heart—and, without his pardon, see nothing but despair.
Lady. Good heavens!