Nancy. Grant! what’s he got to do with it?
Simon. Oh, you’re simple, you are: it’s no use to talk to you of these great schemes. Can I do anything for you, Nancy?
Nancy. What do you mean?
Simon. Well, I’m not proud, Nancy; and when I look at you, the memory of departed days is strong upon me.
Nancy (tenderly). O, Simon.
Simon. And if there’s any young man you want to boost into a business that would suit you——
Nancy (sternly). Simon!
Simon. I’d like to help him to a start. I can’t forget your helping me to a good many.
Nancy (fiercely). Simon Stone! you’re just as hateful as you can be. You’ve got money, and now come here to put on airs before me. I knew you when you didn’t know where the next meal was coming from: when you hadn’t a whole rag to your back. Keep your money, and make the best of it. I’ll have nothing more to do with you. (Crosses to R. I. E.)