Mon. Ay.
Flip. You shall make her a restitution of two hundred pounds.
Mon. Ha! Restitution!
Flip. Yes, yes, 'tis the luckiest thought in the world; Madam often plays, you know, and folks who do so, meet now and then with sharpers. Now you shall be a sharper.
Mon. A sharper!
Flip. Ay, ay, a sharper; and having cheated her of two hundred pounds, shall be troubled in mind, and send it her back again. You comprehend me?
Mon. Yes, I comprehend, but a——won't she suspect if it be so much?
Flip. No, no, the more the better.
Mon. Two hundred pounds!
Flip. Yes, two hundred pounds——Or let me see——so even a sum may look a little suspicious——ay——let it be two hundred and thirty; that odd thirty will make it look so natural, the devil won't find it out.