Edw. Madam, I am above all pecuniary considerations.
Jel. So everybody says, when they think themselves sure of money.
Edw. You judge of others by yourself.
Jel. Perhaps I do—I certainly do expect to be rewarded for my long and faithful services.
Clem. Do not waste words upon her, my dear.—You have my solemn promise; nothing shall change my feeling towards you.
Jel. That may be; but did it never occur to you, Miss, that the gentleman’s feelings might alter?
Edw. Detestable wretch!
(Hands Clementina to a chair on the right, and sits by her. Enter Nephews John, Thomas, William, and James, all with white pocket-handkerchiefs in their hands—they take their seats two right and two left.)
Jel. (aside.) Here they all come, like crows that smell carrion. How odious is the selfishness of this world! But here is Mr Gumarabic. How do you do, Sir? (Curtsies with a grave air.)
Gum. Very well, I thank you, Mrs Jellybags. Can’t say the—same of all my patients. Just happened to pass by—thought I would step in and hear the will read—odd, that I should pop in at the time—very odd. Pray, may I ask, my dear Mrs Jellybags, were you present at the making of the will?