Nancy. And going to be married, to-morrow? (Crosses stage to I. E. L.) Well, I never! Better be preparing your minds with something solemn. The book of Job, now, will prepare you for trials, and there’s a heap of comfort, at such times, in the book of Revelations. (Exit I. E. L.)
Marcus. Well, our good Nancy takes rather a gloomy view of marriage?
Bess. Yes, poor thing; she’s no such happiness to look forward to. I think she’s a little ashamed of her conduct to Simon Stone. He’s not been near her for three months.
Marcus. Since he threw up gardening, on so short a trial. But Simon loves her still, I’m sure. (Enter Simon, C.) He’ll turn up in good time. There’s nothing shabby about Simon Stone.
Simon. You may bet your bottom dollar on that, every time. How are you Mark?
Marcus. Holloa! speak of the——
Simon. Don’t mention him (gives hand): we can’t say any good of him. (Turns to Bess.) Miss Bess, your most obedient (bows), allow me, in feeble words, but heartfelt gush, to congratulate you and Mark on the happiest day of your life,——to-morrow.
Bess. Oh, thank you.
Simon (presenting box). With hopes and wishes, for loaves and fishes: that is, prosperity.
Bess. Thank you (opens box). Diamonds? Oh, Mr. Stone, you are too generous. (Comes to Mark at table: he looks at them.)