Fle. No, Mr. Holder, no.
Hol. But for you I should have starved.
Fle. Starved! Die of hunger in wealthy London!
Hol. It is true, though; that day when you found me almost fainting near the stage-door of the theatre.
Fle. Ah! what the devil were you doing there?
Hol. I was waiting.
Fle. Waiting? For what?
Hol. (quickly). Nothing. I expected nothing. I, I came there by accident, because I had not strength to go any further. Ah! sir, I wish I was enabled to prove to you that I am not ungrateful.
Fle. Do not mention it.
Hol. But I will mention it. Why yesterday I received through you a guinea for copying a comedy—a guinea, sir, a whole guinea. I have not been so rich for many a day.