Harry. This looks like a serious business, Mr. Somerby.
Silas. Confound it, so it does! What can I do? Must I pay all these damages?
Harry. I see no way for you to escape.
Silas. What a fool I have been! For a few hours’ fun I’ve got myself into this scrape. Why, ’twill ruin me. I can never raise the money.
Harry. O, yes, you can, Mr. Somerby. I have plenty. You’d better settle this matter at once, and draw on me freely for money.
Silas. Draw on you? What right have I to do that?
Harry. Give your consent to my marriage with Sally, and I shall consider you have the right. More, I will hunt up these claims, and settle them at once.
Silas. Will you? You’re a splendid fellow! Help me out, if you can; and, if I can get rid of that elephant—
Harry. On one condition I will take him off your hands.
Silas. Take him off my hands? Name your condition.