(Enter the Squire)
Squire Hey, dear fellow, what luck—let me embrace you a thousand times to show you how happy I am to see you. Look at me—I was outre—in despair. This has been a horrible day, I've had nothing but bad luck until Lo! I meet you. I've been buffeted on all sides by fate. Just like a football.
McNaughten Sir, I am sorry to see you this way, but I have no time to struggle with you.
Squire A pistol shot would be good for me. I wish someone would crush me into the ground.
McNaughten
Who is this Irishman?
Spruce
Evidently, a dear friend of yours—-although I think he's Welsh.
McNaughten
I've never seen him before.
Squire I've just left a house—may the earth swallow it, and nature perish with it—where I lost my last penny at cards. Outrageous luck. So, I am obliged to ask you for the hundred pounds I loaned you when you were in need. Excuse my importuning you, but you will pardon me—you can see what a state I am in.
McNaughten I pardon you, entirely, and you will pardon me, too, if I say that this surprises me, entirely. I don't know you. How could you lend me a hundred pounds, never having seen me before?
Squire (coldly)
What kind of talk is this? It passes my understanding.