Shar. I won't tell you—and I defy you to guess now—or anybody else that's more—I must step into the next Room for a Moment and whisper the Lawyers, and in the meantime, do you persist in your Uncle's having made a Will; that's all.—Don't you be like an ignorant Thief before a noisy Magistrate, confess and hang yourself. And you, Madam, do you embronze your Countenance, and keep up your Character to the last.(Exit)
(Enter SKINFLINT supported by Councellour CORMORANT and Monsieur DU MAIGRE, LUCY settling his great Chair)
Skin. Auh! auh! gently, gently. Let me down gently, pray. Oh, oh, oh. (Sits down) O Nephew, how could you let me lie for dead so long and never come near me?
Bell. Really, Sir, I never heard a word that you were in any Danger of Dying.
Skin. And Lucy, how could you be so cruel to neglect me so long?
Lucy. Me! Lord, Sir, I never knew anything of it 'till Monsieur du Maigre informed me.
Maigre. No, Pardie, she not have any knowledge 'till dat me make her de Intelligence.
Lucy. I thought you were in a sound Sleep, Sir, and was extremely glad of it.
Bell. And so was I, I do assure you, Sir.
Skin. I am obliged to you Nephew, but I had like to have slept my last.