Mrs. Talb. For me, love? I am an old woman, and want but little in this world, and shall be soon out of it.
Louisa (kneels down beside her). Do not speak so, dearest mother.
Mrs. Talb. Enough for me, love! Yes, enough, and too much for me. I am not thinking of myself.
Louisa. Then, as to my brother, he has such abilities, and such industry, he will make a fortune at the bar for himself, most certainly.
Mrs. Talb. But his education is not completed. How shall we provide him with money at Cambridge?
Louisa. This Montem. The last time the captain had eight hundred, the time before a thousand, pounds. Oh, I hope—I fear! Now, indeed, I know that, without being avaricious, we may want, and wish for money.
(Landlady’s voice heard behind the scenes.)
Landlady. Waiter!—Miss Bursal’s curricle, and Mr. Bursal’s vis-à-vis. Run! see that the Dolphin’s empty. I say run!—run!
Mrs. Talb. I will rest for a few moments upon the sofa, in this bedchamber, before we set off.
Louisa (goes to open the door). They have bolted or locked it. How unlucky!