Jarius. Wal, not exactly. I’m kinder waitin’ for you and Mary. Is the day fixed—hey?
Douglas. Ha! You are sarcastic. They tell me you have made a great deal of money, Jordan.
Jarius. Wal, I ain’t as poor as a church mouse.
Douglas. That’s good. Our old friend Nutter has got into difficulties; wants money. Now you are just the chap to help him.
Jarius. Guess not. I don’t throw my money away for nothin’. What I git I keep.
Douglas. (Aside.) Good. No fear of him. (Aloud.) That’s right. Don’t let him wheedle you out of it; for, between you and me, he’s a ruined man.
Jarius. Jes’ so. He’s a good old chap; but I’ve heard he’s been speculatin’, and is bound to end in the poorhouse. Wal, they’ve got a purty good one here, and’ll make him comfortable. Here comes his darter. I won’t spile your fun as you did mine. I’ve got a heap of business to attend tew. Good day. (Aside.) Darn your ugly picter, your day is fixed. (Exit, C.)
Douglas. Rich and mean. All the better for me; he will not mar my project; and to-day I will give Mary my ultimatum—her hand, or her father’s ruin.
Enter Mary, R.
Ah, Mary, you are looking finely to-day!