Roger: (aside)
Good. Easier to carry.
(Aloud) Oh, as to that, sir, since we know the cause of the evil it won't be hard to find a remedy. I believe we'll—manage. Leave it to me.
Richly: I have trouble believing all you tell me. You tell me so many stories about these matters that I don't know what to believe. I'll trust you for now, but I'll find out what's what. What reversals one sees in life! One can't make a little money without men or the devil trying to get it away from you. The devil is not going to have it!
(Exit Richly)
(Enter Lucy)
Lucy:
Ah, my poor Roger. Is it true that Mr. Edward's father has returned?
Roger:
Only too true, but to console us, I have found a treasure.
Lucy:
A treasure?
Roger: In the wine cellar, as you enter—to the left under a large black stone—a sack which contains fifty thousand pounds.
Lucy:
Fifty thousand pounds.