Sue. Jerry and Tom coming here! (Running about in confusion.—Knocking at door).
Jane. Don’t keep running about there, as if you were out of your senses, but listen to me—get behind that glass and leave me to manage; I’ll play the Fortune Teller, now!—Help me on with the things—there! there! that will do; now then, away with you!
(They hide behind Cabinet, after disguising Jane).
Tom. (As entering). Come, Jerry, here they—Eh!—not here!—well, we won’t have our walk for nothing—Let’s quiz the old one a bit. I say, Mother Mummery, can you tell our fortunes for us?
Jane. (As old woman). Oh, yes; but you must cross my hand first.
Tom. She wants the tippery—there—(Gives money). There, that’s the figure, Jerry.
Jane. (Looks at Jerry). Now, Sir!
Jerry. Oh! must I fork out, too. (Gives money)
Jane. (Looking at their palms). Dear me!—dear me!
Tom. You said that before, you know.