Just. (with magnanimity). I care not for the goose-pie, Mrs. Bustle. Do not talk to me of goose-pies; this is no place to talk of pies.
Land. Oh, for that matter, your worship knows best, to be sure.
(Exit Landlady, angry.)
SCENE III.
Justice Headstrong, Old Man and Lucy.
Lucy. Ah, now, I’m glad he can speak; now tell papa; and you need not be afraid to speak to him, for he is very good-natured. Don’t contradict him, though, because he told me not.
Just. Oh, darling, you shall contradict me as often as you please—only not before I’ve drunk my chocolate, child—hey! Go on, my good friend; you see what it is to live in Old England, where, thank Heaven, the poorest of His Majesty’s subjects may have justice, and speak his mind before the first in the land. Now speak on; and you hear she tells you that you need not be afraid of me. Speak on.
Old M. I thank your worship, I’m sure.
Just. Thank me! for what, sir? I won’t be thanked for doing justice, sir; so—but explain this matter. You lost your money, hey, at the “Saracen’s Head”? You had it safe last night, hey?—and you missed it this morning? Are you sure you had it safe at night?
Old M. Oh, please your worship, quite sure; for I took it out and looked at it just before I said my prayers.