Postscript.
'He does not like the grocer's wife at all.'
Bless me! what a libidinous age we live in! neither his own wife! nor the grocer's wife! Will people like nobody's wife but mine!
[Knocking at the door. Enter footman, gives a letter, and exit.]
Enter another footman gives a letter, and exit.
Foss. [reads] 'Sincerely, madam, I cannot spare that sum; especially in monthly payments. My good friend and neighbour Pinch, a quiet sober man, is content to go a third part, only for leave to visit upon sabbath days.
'Habakkuk Plumb.'
Well, frugallity is laudable even in iniquity! Now for this other.
Opens the second letter.
Foss. [reads] 'Madam, I can't make you rich, but I can make you immortal.