Eglantine.. Mr. Talon, 'pon me honour, as punctual as a creditor. Port? Madeira or Port, Mr. Talon? Quin, Mr. Talon will drink Madeira.
[Quin pours out the Madeira. Quin takes his master's wig, beturbans him, brings rose-water for his hands, cosmetics for his face. Quin is everywhere. Quin does everything. It is magical.
Mr. Talon, you look black at me.
[Mr. Talon, seated, warmed with his wine, takes many red-taped papers from his bag and a quill from a case.
Pantaloon.. A goose quill.
Eglantine.. One of your own plucking?
Pantaloon.. Often too appropriate for the signing of such documents.
Eglantine.. This the settlement? Small house ... strip of woodland ... rentals of farm ... two hundred a year! Is that all?
Pantaloon.. It is all there is left to settle, my lord; all that is left to you of your estate.
Eglantine.. The Lady Clarissa may well complain.