Twitch. Yes; Farmer Gammon has bought a thirty pound note of hand of yours.
Banks. Indeed! Well, I didn't think his malice could have stretched so far—I thought the love, he professed for my sister, might—why, it is true, Master Twitch, to lend our indigent cottagers small sums when they've been unable to pay their rents, I got lawyer Quirk to procure me this money, and hoped their industry would have put it in my power to take up my note before now. However, I'll go round and try what they can do, then call on you and settle it.
Twitch. You must go with me.
Rover. [Without.] Old gentleman, come quick, or I'll draw another bottle of your currant wine.
Twitch. You'd best not make a noise, but come. [To Banks.]
Enter Rover.
Rover. Oh, you're here? Rain over—quite fine—I'll take a sniff of the open air too—Eh, what's the matter?
Twitch. What's that to you?
Rover. What's that to me? Why, you're a very unmannerly—
Twitch. Oh, here's a rescue!