Chancellor [rising]. He has not gathered roses by it, my dear Sir—No, no, [laughs] £.4000, which I had in his hands, I withdrew instantly.—Your good father was wrong to put such promising sons under this man's guardianship.
Lewis. I agree with you; but some of his best friends advised him.
Chancellor [taking snuff]. Has Drave ever given any account of his guardianship?
Lewis. Not yet.
Chancellor. Note that, Samuel. He shall give it—I have hinted it in Court already—You must not lose your fortune, my dear Sir.
Lewis. I do not think there is any danger.
Chancellor. Well, but have you drawn up a statement of your property, as you promised?
Lewis [gives him a paper]. Here it is.
Chancellor [looking over it]. So, so; a very good fortune! [muttering] £.10,000 in the hands of Rose—Which Rose is that?
Lewis. John Frederick.