Oliv. No, Lettice, tell him my cousin is here, and that he may come up. For notwithstanding I detest the sight of him, you may like his conversation; and though I would use him scurvily, I will not be rude to you in my own lodging: since he has followed you hither, let him come up, I say.
Eliza. Very fine! pray let him go to the devil, I say, for me: I know him not, nor desire it. Send him away, Mrs. Lettice.
Oliv. Upon my word, she shan't: I must disobey your commands, to comply with your desires. Call him up, Lettice.
Eliza. Nay, I'll swear she shall not stir on that errand. [Holds Lettice.
Oliv. Well then, I'll call him myself for you, since you will have it so.—[Calls out at the door.] Mr. Novel, sir, sir!
Enter Novel.
Nov. Madam, I beg your pardon; perhaps you were busy: I did not think you had company with you.
Eliza. Yet he comes to me, cousin! [Aside to Olivia.
Oliv. Chairs there. [They sit.
Nov. Well; but, madam, d'ye know whence I come now?