Mrs. L. Dear me, dear me! I can never find the means of cure.
Jenny. Then I cannot help you. So, if you will just hand me a check for five hundred dollars, I’ll go. (Puts on bonnet.)
Mrs. L. (Starting up.) A check for what?
Jenny. A check for five hundred dollars.
Mrs. L. But you haven’t cured me. You forget, “No cure, no pay.”
Jenny. Ah, but I’ve prescribed a method that will be sure to cure. If you don’t choose to try it, that’s not my fault.
Mrs. L. You just start yourself out of this house. Quick, or I’ll find a way to send you. Quick, I say.
Jenny. Very well, madam; very well. Remember the law. You’ll find you must pay. Good-morning.
(Exit, L.)