r Brook--she's in that room.

_Lord._ Where?--behind me?

_Vapid._ Yes--there--there! [_Pointing._] Now for it!--what an effect!

[_LORD S. opens the Glass Doors, and discovers NEVILLE
kneeling to LOUISA. MARIANNE with them._

_Vapid._ There, Peter! there's catastrophe!--Shakspeare's invention
nothing!--Applaud it, you dog--clap, clap, Peter, clap!

_Lord._ What are you at, you impudent rascal?--get out of the room.
[_Exit PETER._

_Vapid._ I should set this down--I may forget.

_Mari._ Lord! he has a very bad memory,--I hope he won't forget our
marriage.

_Nev._ Oh! Louisa, what am I to think?

_Louisa._ That I have wronged thee, Neville! [_Embracing._

_Flor._ My dear Harry, let this be my apology for not having seen you
before. [_Giving him a Paper._] Miss Courtney, ten thousand joys;--could
I have found my brother, you should have seen him sooner.

_Nev._ Why, here is a deed of gift of half your estate!

_Flor._ I know it, but say nothing. When you gave me money, five years
ago, did I say any thing?--no, I forgot it as soon as it was over; and
should never have recollected, at this moment, but for my lord's
inhumanity.--Uncle, I thank you,--you have made me the happiest man
alive.

_Lord._ Don't perplex me;--what a compound of folly and generosity!

_Mari._ Uncle-in-law, what are your feelings on this occasion?--as my
aunt says.

_Lord._ Feelings!--I never knew a peer had any.

_Mari._ Didn't you?

_Lord._ No; but now I find the contrary: I begin to think I've a heart
like other men. It's better to atone for an error, than persist in
one--therefore give me that deed, Neville----there, sir, [_Giving it to
FLORIVILLE._] do you think nobody has estates but yourself?--Louisa and
her fortune are your own, Neville; and after my death, you shall have
all mine:--and now there's a cursed burden off my mind.

_Mari._ Now, you're a dear creature! and I won't marry,--that's what I
won't, without consulting you.

_Lord._ You marry! why, who should you marry?--And pray, how came you
here?

_Mari._ A gentleman run away with me;--he is now in the room.

_Lord._ In the room! what, Floriville?

_Mari._ No, behind you. [_Pointing to VAPID, who is writing at a Table._

_Lord._ Ghosts and spectres! my evil genius!

_Mari._ Come, my dear, haven't you almost finished? [_VAPID rises._

_Vapid._ Yes, the denouement is comple