_Miss Als._ [_Half crying.--Aside._] Oh! the barbarous metamorphosis--but his flusterums for a week, will serve my temper, as a regimen. I will then take the management of my affairs into my own hands, and break from my cloud anew: and you shall find [_To the Company._] there are those without a coronet, that can be as saucy, and as loud, and stop the way in all public places, as well as the best of you. [_LADY EMILY laughs._] Yes, madam, and without borrowing your ladyship's airs. _Als._ [_Pulling her._] Come along, Molly. _Miss Als._ Oh you have been a jewel of a father. [_The Company laugh._ [_Exeunt MR. and MISS ALSCRIP._ [_MR. and MRS. BLANDISH stay behind._ _Lady E._ Mrs. Blandish, sure you do not leave your friend, Miss Alscrip, in distress? _Mrs. Blandish._ We'll not disturb the ashes of the dead--my sweet Lady Emily-- _Blandish._ Oh my sweet sister, none of your flourishes--In the present mood of the company, even mine would not do. Truth and sentiment have the ascendency. But let them alone; and they'll come round again. [_Addressing the Company._] Flattery is the diet of good humour; and not one of you can live without it; and when you quarrel with the family of Blandish, you only leave refined cookery, to be fed upon scraps, by a poor cousin or a led captain. [_Taking his Sister under his Arm._ _Mrs. Blandish._ [_With a Look of Courtship to the Company._] Oh! the two charming pairs! _Blandish._ [_Pulling her away._] Oh! thou walking dedication! [_Exeunt._ _Lord G._ Precious group, fare ye well. [_To SIR CLEMENT._] And now, sir, whatever may be your determinations towards me--here are pretensions you may patronize without breach of discretion. The estate which devolves to my friend-- _Rightly._ To prevent errors--is not his to bestow. _Sir C._ What now--more flaws? _Rightly._ The estate was his beyond the reach of controversy: but before he was truly sure of it, on his way to Hyde-Park, did this spendthrift, by a stroke of his pen, divest himself of every shilling--Here is the covenant by which he binds himself to execute proper conveyances as soon as the necessary forms can be gone through. _Lord G._ And in favour of whom is this desperate act? _Rightly._ Of a most dangerous seducer--a little mercenary, that, when she gets hold of the heart, does not leave an atom of it our own. _All._ How! _Rightly._ [_With Feeling._] And there she stands, [_Pointing to MISS CLIFFORD._] with a look and an emotion that would condemn her before any court in the universe. _Lady E._ Glorious--matchless Clifford! _Miss Cliff._ Brother, this must not be.