Nobody at all madam, but only Sir Luke.
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
Oh! Sir Luke, such a stroke, so fatal, so sudden, it is not in nature I should ever survive it.
Sir LUKE.
Marry heaven forbid! but what cause—what could—
Mrs. CIRCUIT.
Leave the room. [To the servants, who go out.] Only, look over that letter.
Sir LUKE.
Hum, hum,—[reads] "fit to reject you—this—"
Mrs. CIRCUIT.