Lucy:
She's at home with Clarissa.
Edward: Go, run, my dear Lucy: beg her to come here as soon as possible. I have no happy moments except those I pass with her.
Lucy: You two are made for each other. When you're not around she's bored to death. She won't delay I promise you.
(Exit Lucy)
Roger: Well, sir! You're really going to get married? Very soon you will have finished your love affair and your money. Not the best way to finish the business. But if you are going to do it so be it. What will we tell your father when he returns from his business trip to Spain?
Edward: You always have inopportune thoughts. Look my friend: frolic in the present, have no regret for the past; and don't whatever you do read irritating portents in the future. That's the secret of happiness. By the way, haven't you received any money for me in the past few days?
Roger: In the last three weeks I've obtained a half year's rent on the farm in advance. In return you've given Farmer Small a quittance for the entire year.
Edward:
Excellent!
Roger: Last week I received 1,800 pounds for those two paintings your father refused to sell for thirty thousand.
Edward:
Fine!