Mrs. Brul. No matter for that. I had a relation who always kept it. But, who advised you to drink out all the brandy?
Dennis. No matter for that. I had a relation who always drank it.
Mrs. Brul. Ah! my poor dear Mr. Skinnygauge never brought tears into my eyes, as you do!
[Crying.
Dennis. I know that—I saw you at his funeral.
Mrs. Brul. You're a monster!
Dennis. Am I?—Keep it to yourself, then, my lambkin.
Mrs. Brul. You'll be the death of me; you know you will.
Dennis. Look up, my sweet Mrs. Brulgruddery! while I give you a small morsel of consolation.
Mrs. Brul. Consolation indeed!