LADY WORRYMORE.
O that word satisfy! I'll speak no more to you. (Running eagerly to Blount as he descends from the platform.) O my dear Mr. O'Honikin! you have laid us under eternal obligations. I shall now know what the ancient orators of Greece would have been, had they lived in our own times.
SIR JOHN CROFTON.
LORD WORRYMORE (with great pleasure and vivacity).
LADY WORRYMORE.
LORD WORRYMORE.
Very right; I find no fault with you for that, my Lady; it is right to be enchanted with a clever thing, let others feel as they may. Is it not, Miss Frankland? Is it not, Lady Tweedle? (Clapping Blount's shoulder.) O, my dear Orator! you have done your part to admiration: you have given such expression to my thoughts.
LADY WORRYMORE (to Blount).
