So, here you are, Miss. We’ll wait till the will is read, and then we shall see who is mistress here.
Clem. I am as anxious as you, Mrs Jellybags. You may have wheedled my poor uncle to make up the will in your favour; if so, depend upon it, I shall expect nothing from your hands.
Jel. I should rather think not, Miss. If I recollect right, you threw the carminative mixture in my face.
Clem. And made you blush for the first time in your life.
Jel. I shall not blush to slam the door in your face.
Clem. Rather than be indebted to you, I would beg my bread from door to door.
Jel. I expect that you very soon will.
Enter Edward.
Edw. My dearest Clementina, I have come to support you on this trying occasion.
Jel. And ascertain how matters stand, before you decide upon marrying, I presume, Mr Edward.