Flip. I think you are in love with him, Mrs. Amlet.
Aml. Alas, those days are done with me; but if I were as fair as I was once, and had as much money as some folks, Colonel Shapely should not catch cold for want of a bed-fellow. I love your men of rank, they have something in their air does so distinguish 'em from the rascality.
Flip. People of Quality are fine things indeed, Mrs. Amlet, if they had but a little more money; but for want of that, they are forced to do things their great souls are asham'd of. For example—here's my Lady—she owes you but six and fifty pounds——
Aml. Well!
Flip. And she has it not by her to pay you.
Aml. How can that be?
Flip. I don't know; her cash-keeper's out of humour, he says he has no money.
Aml. What a presumptuous piece of vermin is a cash-keeper! Tell his Lady he has no money?—Now, Mrs. Flippanta, you may see his bags are full by his being so saucy.
Flip. If they are, there's no help for't; he'll do what he pleases, till he comes to make up his yearly accounts.
Aml. But Madam plays sometimes, so when she has good fortune, she may pay me out of her winnings.