Mr. T. But she wouldn’t, my dear; she’s too fond of her dinner.
Mrs. T. Mr. Thompson, is it kind to speak so of my most particular friend?
Mr. T. But what does Maria expect us to do about it? Turn Uncle Sylvanus out of the house? Wasn’t I named for him, and haven’t I always been his favorite? Do you want me to be left out of his will?
Mrs. T. But something must be done. Don’t you see everybody is whispering and counting? Can’t we get somebody else?
Servant (who has entered unperceived). There is a man downstairs, sir, wants you to sign something.
Mr. T. Ah, my dear, here’s the very man,—young Jones. He’s our new cashier, and a very clever fellow.
[Exit Mr. Thompson. During his absence Mrs. Thompson communicates to Miss Smith the solution of the difficulty at which they have arrived. Everybody has soon heard of it, so that on Mr. Thompson’s return with Mr. Jones, the pair are greeted with much joking about the ill-luck which is thus averted. The necessary introductions take place.]
Mr. Jones. I am sure I am rejoiced at being instrumental in bringing good luck.
Miss Smith. You can certainly see how welcome you are, Mr. Jones.
Mr. J. But I fear it is not for myself, Miss Smith.