Simon. Then I will wait.
Marcus. Look here, Simon, it’s rather queer that you want to see Mr. Manning. I should say Nancy would suit you better.
Simon. Nancy?——what Nancy?——which Nancy?
Bess. Nancy Nipper, to be sure: have you forgotten her?
Simon. Oh——ah——yes——yes, I remember there was a young thing, rather smart, somewhat attractive, about here; but when one gets into “rings,” hob-nobbing with senators and nabobs, one forgets these (snaps fingers) these little trifles. Nancy? yes, yes.
Marcus. Well, I’m rather glad to know that you are not in pursuit of her this time, for, between you and me, Nancy has a chance to make a good match now, with one who is dying for her.
Simon (excitedly). You don’t mean it! Dying is he? I’ll finish him! After Nancy——my Nancy! Who is he?
Marcus. Ha! ha! ha! he’s a man who’s got above trade, you know: a member of one of those mysterious rings, you understand. Ha! ha! ha! Si,——old fellow,——it won’t do: I can read you. You’re on the old trail. (Comes to I. E. L.) Come, Bess.
Bess. Oblige me by making yourself comfortable, Mr. Stone. (Crosses to Marcus.)
Marcus. Yes; and forget those (snaps fingers) little trifles. Ha! ha! ha! (Bess and Marcus exit I. E. L.)