Enter Bob Cratchit, 2 e. l. h.
Bob. Excuse my calling, sir, but the fact is, I couldn't help it. That worthy gentleman, your nephew, is ruined. I said, ruined, sir——
Scr. I'm glad of it!
Bob. Glad of it! There's an unnatural cannibal!
Enter Frank, 2 e. l. h.
Frank. Oh uncle, you know all! I come not to ask your assistance—that would be madness—but I come to bid you farewell. In three days' time, with my unfortunate family, I shall quit England.
Scr. No, you shan't. You shall stay where you are!
Frank. You mock me!
Scr. I say you shall stay where you are! (Writes at table.) There's a cheque for present use—to-morrow I will see how I can make up your losses, and at my death you shall inherit all my wealth—but I don't mean to die yet, you dog!
Frank. This generosity——