_Lady P._ They were in such haste, foolish people! to carry their news to London, that they mistook one castle for another. But do you know that Mr. Bursal loses fifty thousand pounds, it is said, by the _Airly Castle_! When I told him she was lost, I thought he would have dropped down. However, I found he comforted himself afterwards with a bottle of Burgundy: but poor Miss Bursal has been in hysterics ever since. _Mrs. T._ Poor girl! My Louisa, _you_ did not fall into hysterics, when I told you of the loss of our whole fortune. (_Violetta_, _during this dialogue_, _has been seated on the ground making up a nosegay_.) _Violet._ (_aside_). Fall into hysterics! What are hysterics, I wonder. _Louisa_. Miss Bursal is much to be pitied; for the loss of wealth will be the loss of happiness to her. _Lady P._ It is to be hoped that the loss may at least check the foolish pride and extravagance of young Bursal, who, as my son tells me— (_A cry of_ “Huzza! huzza!” _behind the scenes_.) _Enter_ LORD JOHN. _Lord J._ (_hastily_). How d’ye do, mother! Miss Talbot, I give you joy. _Lady P._ Take breath—take breath. _Louisa_. It is my brother. _Mrs. T._ Here he is!—Hark! hark! (_A cry behind the scenes of_ “Talbot and truth for ever! Huzza!”) _Louisa_. They are chairing him. _Lord J._ Yes, they are chairing him; and he has been chosen for his honourable conduct, not for his electioneering skill; for, to do him justice, Coriolanus himself was not a worse electioneerer. _Enter_ RORY O’RYAN _and another Eton lad_, _carrying_ TALBOT _in a chair_, _followed by a crowd of Eton lads_. _Rory_. By your _lave_, _my lord_—by your _lave_, ladies. _Omnes_. Huzza! Talbot and truth for ever! Huzza! _Talb._ Set me down! There’s my mother! There’s my sister! _Rory_. Easy, easy. Set him down? No such _ting_! give him t’other huzza! There’s nothing like a good loud huzza in this world. Yes, there is! for, as my Lord John said just now, out of some book, or out of his own head,— “One self-approving hour whole years outweighs, Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas.” * * * * * CURTAIN FALLS. * * * * * FORGIVE AND FORGET.