Clem. You are a false, wicked woman!
Jel. Little impudent creature,—trying to make mischief between me and my kind master, but it won’t do. (To Clementina aside.) The will is signed, and I’ll take care he does not alter it;—so do your worst.
Cad. (faintly.) Give me the mixture, Mrs —
Clem. I will, dear uncle. (Pours out the restorative mixture in a glass.)
Jel. (going back.) You will, Miss,—indeed! but you shan’t.
Clem. Be quiet, Mrs Jellybags;—allow me at least to do something for my poor uncle.
Clem. Give me the mix—
Jel. (prevents Clementina from giving it, and tries to take it from her.) You shan’t, Miss!—You never shall.
Cad. Give me the —
(Mrs Jellybags and Clementina scuffle, at last Clementina throws the contents of the glass into Mrs Jellybags’s face.)