Joanna Baillie,
Dramas
(1836)
“ Clermont? CLERMONT. Every one is right to be pleased when he can. LADY WORRYMORE. What an observation, applied to the fervour of our admiration! LORD WORRYMORE (laying his hand soothingly on Clermont's arm) . Don't be so grave, my dear Sir: have patience —have patience: your pretty sonnet will claim its own share of admiration presently. (Going with great complacency from one person to another.) I hope you like him?—I hope you like the speech. Very good; all very clever. At least, I am told so—it does not become me to speak. ”
