Lady Ara. You are very short, Sir.
Short. Your Ladyship won't complain of my patience being so?
Lady Ara. I complain of nothing that ought not to be complained of; but I hate ill manners.
Short. So do I, Madam,—but this is the seventeenth time I have been ordered to come with good-manners for my money, to no purpose.
Lady Ara. Your money, man! Is that the matter? Why it has lain in the steward's hands this week for you.
Short. Madam, you yourself appointed me to come this very morning for it.
Lady Ara. But why did you come so late then?
Short. So late! I came soon enough, I thought.
Lady Ara. That thinking wrong, makes us liable to a world of disappointments: If you had thought of coming one minute sooner, you had had your money.
Short. Gad bless me, Madam, I had the money as I thought, I'm sure it was telling out, and I was writing a receipt for't.