Ned. A thousand dollars.
Jarius. Wal, don’t yeou fret, young feller. I’ll see yeou through. I’ve got a bone to pick with that air chap; and, keen as he thinks himself, he’s got to git up airly if he gits ahead of Jarius Jordan. Hullo, here’s Mary!
Enter Mary, R.
Mary. Well, Ned, what does he say?—Why, Mr. Jordan!
Jarius. Jes’ so. Heow d’ye do? (Shake hands.) Prettier than ever, I declare!
Mary. This is an unexpected pleasure. We haven’t seen you for a long time.
Jarius. Jes’ so. But Ned don’t say what he said.
Ned. He refused me, Mary. He says you must keep your promise to Douglas.
Mary. Never. I’ll die first.
Jarius. Jes’ so. Good grit. Neow, young folks, I always was famous for meddlin’; and I’m goin’ to help you in this matter, if you’ll let me. Douglas has a hold on the old gent with a mortgage. I understand that. Anything else?