Shuff. I understand:—A snug thing in the country.—Your wife, they tell me, will have four thousand a year.
Frank. What has that to do with sentiment?
Shuff. I don't know what you may think; but, if a man said to me, plump, "Sir, I am very fond of four thousand a year;" I should say,—"Sir, I applaud your sentiment very highly."
Frank. But how does he act, who offers his hand to one woman, at the very moment his heart is engaged to another?
Shuff. He offers a great sacrifice.
Frank. And where is the reparation to the unfortunate he has deserted?
Shuff. An annuity.—A great many unfortunates sport a stylish carriage, up and down St. James's street, upon such a provision.
Frank. An annuity, flowing from the fortune, I suppose, of the woman I marry! is that delicate?
Shuff. 'Tis convenient. We liquidate debts of play, and usury, from the same resources.
Frank. And call a crowd of jews and gentlemen gamesters together, to be settled with, during the debtor's honeymoon!