Belvil. My old Jamaica school-fellow, that I have not seen for so many years? it must—it can be no other than Jack (going up to him). My dear Ho——
Mr. H. (Stopping his mouth). Ho——! the devil. Hush.
Belvil. Why, sure it is——
Mr. H. It is, it is your old friend Jack, that shall be nameless.
Belvil. My dear Ho——
Mr. H. (Stopping him). Don't name it.
Belvil. Name what?
Mr. H. My curst unfortunate name. I have reasons to conceal it for a time.
Belvil. I understand you—Creditors, Jack?
Mr. H. No, I assure you.