SKRUFF. Turn over? What! at your time of life! You couldn’t have done it!
GRITTY (reading letter). “My brother has just returned to town, and I have got a check for the amount we require, so that the confidence of our kind old friend, Mr. Gritty, will not be abused after all.” Bravo! I say, Samuel, ain’t you glad to hear this, eh? (slapping SKRUFF on the back).
SKRUFF. Intensely! (Aside.) I wish I was well out of it!
GRITTY (to TAUNTON and MALLINGFORD). So you don’t owe a penny?
TAUNT. Not one farthing.
GRITTY. Then I apologize for my unjust suspicions—although I should like to know what you young fellows could want with one thousand pounds.
FLOR. Nothing very serious, uncle.
HETTY. Merely a commission which these gentlemen have undertaken for Florence and me.
GRITTY. For you?