Such Things Are: A Play, in Five ActsInchbald, Mrs.
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Such Things Are: A Play, in Five Acts
Inchbald, Mrs.
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_Twi._ Or in case of a duel, where one does not care to say who was
right, or who was wrong--you answer--"_This_, Sir, is the state of the
matter--Mr. F-- came first--te-te-te-te--on that--be-be-be-be--if the
other--in short--[_whispers_]--whis-whis-whis-whis"----
_Sir Luke._ What?
_Twi._ "There, now you have it--there 'tis--but don't say a word about
it--or, if you do--don't say it come from me."--
_Lady._ Why, you have not told a word of the story!
_Twi._ But that your auditor must not say to you--that's not the
fashion--he never tells you that--he may say--"You have not made
yourself _perfectly_ clear;"--or he may say--"He must have the matter
_more particularly_ pointed out somewhere else;"--but that is all the
auditor can say with good breeding.
_Lady._ A very pretty method indeed to satisfy one's curiosity!
_Enter_ Servant.
_Serv._ Mr. Haswell.
_Sir Luke._ This is a countryman of ours, Mr. Twineall, and a very
good man I assure you.
_Enter_ Mr. Haswell.
_Sir Luke._ Mr. Haswell, how do you do?
[_Warmly._
_Has._ Sir Luke, I am glad to see you.----Lady Tremor, how do you do?
[_He bows to the rest._
_Lady._ O, Mr. Haswell, I am extremely glad you are come--here is a
young adventurer just arrived from England, who has been giving us
such a strange account of all that's going on there. [_Introducing
Twineall._
_Has._ Sir, you are welcome to India. [_Sir Luke whispers Haswell._
Indeed!--_his_ son.
_Lady._ Do, Mr. Haswell, talk to him--he can give you great
information.
_Has._ I am glad of it--I shall then hear many things I am impatient
to become acquainted with. [_Goes up to Twineall._] Mr. Twineall, I
have the honour of knowing his Lordship, your father, extremely
well--he holds his seat in Parliament still, I presume?
_Twi._ He does, Sir.
_Has._ And your uncle, Sir Charles?
_Twi._ Both, Sir--both in Parliament still.
_Has._ Pray, Sir, has any act in behalf of the poor clergy taken place
yet?
_Twi._ In behalf of the poor clergy, Sir?--I'll tell you--I'll tell
you, Sir.----As to that act--concerning--[_shrugs and mutters_]
--em-em-em-em--the Committee--em-em--ways and means--hee-hee--I
assure you, Sir--te-te-te--[_Sir Luke, Lady, and Lord Flint laugh._
My father and my uncle both think so, I assure you.
_Has._ Think _how_, Sir?
_Sir Luke._ Nay, that's not good breeding--you must ask no more
questions.
_Has._ Why not?
_Sir Luke._ Because--we-we-we-we--[_mimicks_]--he knows nothing about
it.
_Has._ What, Sir--not know?
_Twi._ Yes, Sir, perfectly acquainted with every thing that passes in
the house--but I assure you, that when they come to be reported----
but, Sir Luke, now permit me, in my turn, to make a few inquiries
concerning the state of this country.
[_Sir Luke starts, and fixes his eyes suspiciously on Lord Flint._
_Sir Luke._ Why, one does not like to speak much about the country one
lives in--but, Mr. Haswell, you have been visiting our encampments;
_you_ may tell us what is going on there.
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