Gripe. Mr. Clip, your servant, I'm glad to see you: how do you do?
Clip. At your service, Sir, very well. Your servant, Madam Gripe.
Clar. Horrid fellow!
[Aside.
Gripe. Well, Mr. Clip, no news yet of my wife's necklace?
Clip. If you please to let me speak with you in the next room, I have something to say to you.
Gripe. Ay, with all my heart. Shut the door after us. [They come forward, and the Scene shuts behind them.] Well, any news?
Clip. Look you, Sir, here's a necklace brought me to sell, at least very like that you describ'd to me.
Gripe. Let's see't——Victoria! the very same. Ah my dear Mr. Clip——[Kisses him.] But who brought it you? you should have seiz'd him.