end this business for the present, and when I am at leisure to hear the remainder of your declarations, which has been so unfortunately interrupted, I'll send and let you know.
Sir Loft. No, 'faith, madam! you have heard the last words I shall ever say to you upon the subject. A large fortune may make amends for an ordinary person, madam, but not for vulgarity and impertinence. Good morning. (As he is going out enter Servant.)
Ser. Lord Saunter, and Colonel Gorget are coming up stairs, to see how Sir Loftus Prettyman does after his fall.
Sir Loft. Hell and damnation! I'll go out by the other door.
Mar. That door is locked; you can't go that way.
Sir Loft. I'll burst it open then. (Runs to the door: they all get about him to prevent him.)
Sir Loft. ( Struggling.) What, is there no getting out from this den of devils? (Breaks from them, and Exit, leaving them laughing provokingly behind him.)
With. (Shaking his head.) This is too bad, this is too bad, young ladies! I am ashamed to have all this rioting and absurdity going on in my house.
Ag. Come away, uncle, and see him go down the back walk, from the parlour windows. I'll warrant you he'll stride it away most nobly. (Withrington follows, shrugging up his shoulders.) [Exeunt.
