Wheel. I’ll make bold just to give you my opinion of these jellies whilst you are getting my account, Mr. Newington.
(He swallows down a jelly or two—Landlord is going.)
Enter Talbot.
Talbot. Hallo, Landlord! where are making off so fast? Here, your jellies are all going as fast as yourself.
Wheel. (aside). Talbot!—I wish I was a hundred miles off.
Landlord. You are heartily welcome, Mr. Talbot. A good morning to you, sir; I’m glad to see you—very glad to see you, Mr. Talbot.
Talb. Then shake hands, my honest landlord.
(Talbot, in shaking hands with him, puts a purse into the landlord’s hands.)
Landlord. What’s here? Guineas?
Talb. The hunter, you know; since Wheeler won’t pay, I must—that’s all. Good morning.