ELSWORTH. What's this?
CLEVELAND. I regret to say, my dear Elsworth, that this gentleman must, for a few hours, remain my prisoner. A mere form, sir. He will, doubtless, be free in a few days. I shall have to make use of one of your barns, sir. It is really a pity that the Captain must be deprived of the dance to-night, but I will take care that his confinement shall not be severe.
ROSE. This, sir, is a shameful breach of hospitality. Captain Armstrong is my father's guest, no less than yourself. Every consideration of delicacy and honour requires you to consider him so.
CLEVELAND. Miss Elsworth, I could wish you not to consider me wrong or cruel in this.
ROSE. I judge, sir, by what I see.
CLEVELAND. You are severe.
ROSE. I am glad you find me so.
CLEVELAND. Will you not say peace?
ROSE. War, Major Cleveland, to the last.
ELSWORTH. Daughter, more courtesy.