And so I must like him for not being crooked.
You are both perverse and foolish. Sir John—
MISS MARTIN (within, earnestly).
If you have any love for me, aunt, drop this subject for ever: the very mention of his name is distressing to me.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD (in a low voice, turning from the door quickly).
You need not be so vehement, fair lady: I have no intention to give you the smallest trouble.
I leave you to your own humours, Miss Martin; you have got beyond all bearing with your nonsense.
(Exit into an inner chamber.
I thought her sensible, I confess; but how confoundedly pert and flippant she has become.
(Aside on the front of the stage.)
WORSHIPTON (going to him conceitedly).
You seem disturbed, Sir John.
Not a jot! not a jot, truly! It rather amuses me.
