If I perish, I perish.
[Holland goes to the door.
Lady Wanley.
No, Ambrose, I beseech you not to.
Holland.
Good heavens, the whole thing was done so that you might have an opportunity to crow over Mrs. Jennings. Now you’re going to have it.
Lady Wanley.
But I don’t want it any more. It was a foolish thing. Let him go quietly.
Holland.
But, you see, he won’t go.