ELSWORTH. No! has she, though? You d-o-n-t say so! Let me whisper a word, Master Harry—a beautiful joke—it was Bridget—
LIEUTENANT ELSWORTH. No, sir, it was Rose herself.
CLEVELAND. The young man is right.
ELSWORTH. How! What do you say?
CLEVELAND. Simply, sir, by the richest scheme in the world, this rebel's union with your daughter is rendered impossible. I told you the marriage was a jest—a sham. It was not—quite the contrary.
ELSWORTH. Do I understand you to say, sir, that you have really tricked Captain Armstrong into a marriage with—
CLEVELAND. To be sure, sir. It will be the sport of the whole army. The disgrace you feared cannot now occur. Miss Elsworth can never be that rustic's wife—thanks, sir, to my splendid idea. Aha, it was a glorious thought, glorious!
ELSWORTH. Now, damn all respect for the red-coats.
CLEVELAND. Ha!
ELSWORTH. Sir, you have been guilty of a vile scheme. You have put my house to a dishonourable use. You have betrayed one of my guests infamously. Oh! that one of His Majesty's officers could lend himself to a scheme like this.