"O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
LADY WORRYMORE (in a drawling voice).
Yes, to be sure, a common lover might have said something like that—Mr. Clutterbuck took no notice of those lines.—But, positively, you must attend his lectures: you must, indeed. You cannot adore our immortal bard as you ought, without hearing Clutterbuck.—(Looking at her watch.) Bless me! how time flies!—I should, ere this, have been contemplating the divine lineaments of that Madonna.—You'll go with me, I hope?
CLERMONT.
I am sorry it is not in my power; but allow me the honour of attending you to your carriage.
[Exeunt, disappearing among the bushes, asLady ShrewdlyandMiss Franklandenter from the house.]
MISS FRANKLAND.
I see a lady and gentleman yonder; who are they?
LADY SHREWDLY.
Only Lady Worrymore and Clermont.—They left me some time ago; and her carriage waits for her at the wicket: but, I suppose they
