Jel. No, my dear sir; my nerves would not permit me.
Gum. Nerves!—odd, very odd! Then you don’t know how things are settled?
Jel. No more than the man in the moon, my dear sir.
Gum. Man in the moon!—odd comparison that from a woman!—very odd! Hope my chance won’t prove all moonshine.
Jel. I should think not, my dear sir; but here comes Mr Seedy, and we shall know all about it.
(Enter Mr Seedy—Mrs Jellybags, all courtesy, waves her hand to a chair in the centre, with a table before it. Mr Seedy sits down, pulls the will out of his pocket, lays it on the table, takes out his snuff-box, takes a pinch, then his handkerchief, blows his nose, snuffs the candles, takes his spectacles from his waistcoat pocket, puts them on, breaks the seals, and bows to the company: Mrs Jellybags has taken her seat on the left next to him, and Dr Gumarabic by her side. Mrs Jellybags sobs very loud, with her handkerchief to her face.)
Seedy. Silence, if you please.
(Mrs Jellybags stops sobbing immediately.)
Edw. (putting his arm round Clementina’s waist.) My dearest Clementina!
(Mr Seedy hems twice, and then reads,—)