Trus. Cods my life, paying money, is the man distracted? Come here, I tell you, to my Lady this moment, quick.
[Money-bag comes to the door with a purse in's hand.
My Lady says you must not pay the money to-day, there's a mistake in the account, which she must examine; and she's afraid too there was a false guinea or two left in the purse, which might disgrace her. [Twitches the purse from him.] But she's too busy to look for 'em just now, so you must bid Mr. What-d'ye-call-'em come another time. There they are, Madam. [Gives her the money.] The poor things were so near gone, they made me tremble; I fancy your Ladyship will give me one of those false guineas for good luck. [Takes a guinea.] Thank you, Madam.
Lady Ara. Why, I did not bid you take it.
Trus. No, but your Ladyship look'd as if you were just going to bid me; so I took it to save your Ladyship the trouble of speaking.
Lady Ara. Well, for once——but hark——I think I hear the man making a noise yonder.
Trus. Nay, I don't expect he'll go out of the house quietly. I'll listen.
[Goes to the door.
Lady Ara. Do.
Trus. He's in a bitter passion with poor Money-bag; I believe he'll beat him——Lord, how he swears!