_Aur._ And, indeed, Sir Luke, if you were to use milk of roses, and several other little things of that kind, you can't think how much more like a fine gentleman you wou'd look.--Such things as those make, almost, all the difference there is between you and such a gentleman as Mr. Twineall. _Twi._ No, pardon me, Madam--a face like _mine_ may use those things--but in Sir Luke's, they wou'd entirely destroy that fine martial appearance--[_Sir_ Luke _looks confounded_.] which women as well as men admire--for, as valour is the first ornament of _our_ sex---- _Lady._ What are you saying, Mr. Twineall? [_Aside._] I'll keep him on this subject if I can. _Twi._ I was going to observe, Madam--that the reputation of a General--which puts me in mind, Sir Luke, of an account I read of a battle--[_He crosses over to Sir_ Luke, _who turns up the Stage in the utmost confusion, and steals out of the room_.] _Lady._ Well, Sir--go on--go on--you were going to introduce-- _Twi._ A battle, Madam--but, Sir Luke is gone! _Lady._ Never mind that, Sir--he generally runs away on these occasions. _Sir Luke._ [_Coming back._] What were you saying, Aurelia, about a husband? _Lady._ She did not speak. _Sir Luke._ To be sure, Ladies in India do get husbands very quick. _Twi._ Not always--I am told, Sir Luke----Women of family, [_fixing his eyes stedfastly on Lady_ Tremor.] indeed, may soon enter into the matrimonial state--but the rich men in India, we are told in England, are grown lately very particular with whom they marry, and there is not a man of any repute that will now look upon a woman as a wife, unless she is descended from a good family. [_Looking at Lady_ Tremor, _who walks up the Stage and steals off, just as Sir_ Luke _had done before_. _Sir Luke._ I am very sorry--very sorry to say, Mr. Twineall, that has not been always the case. _Twi._ Then I am very sorry too, Sir Luke; for it is as much impossible that a woman, who is not born of a good family, can be-- [_Lady_ Tremor _returns_. _Sir Luke._ That is just what I say--they _cannot_ be-- _Lady._ Sir Luke, let me tell you-- _Sir Luke._ It does not signify _telling_, my dear,--you have _proved_ it. _Lady._ [_To_ Twineall.] Sir, let me tell _you_-- _Twi._ O! O! my dear Madam, 'tis all in vain--there is no such thing--it can't be--there is no pleading against conviction--a person of low birth must, in every particular, be a terrible creature. _Sir Luke._ [_Going to her._] A terrible creature! a terrible creature! _Lady._ Here comes my Lord Flint--I'll appeal to him. _Enter Lord_ Flint.