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THE ALIENATED MANOR: A COMEDY.

party. I believe this match, which my nephew has so long desired, may be accomplished without a divorce.

CHARVILLE (turning round and seeing Sir Robert with Mary's hand in his).

My sister! you bewilder me.—Where is my wife?

CRAFTON.

Most dutifully employed laughing at you in her sleeve at the other corner of the room.

MRS. CHARVILLE (advancing).

My dear Charles, I told you you would prove a fool at last.

CHARVILLE.

But, Madam, you have not yet proved it.—Sister, let go that man's hand, and answer me a question. How long is it since he first paid his addresses to you?

MARY.

His addresses have been short, but I have reason to believe he has been attached to me since we first met, some months ago, in Shropshire.

CHARVILLE.

And I have reason to believe he has made thee a mere cat's paw of convenience, silly girl!—(Turning to Freemantle.) Let me ask you, Sir, why, in my family, your marked attentions