JUSTINE—(taking the purse out of her lady's hand, and forcing it upon Dick.)
Dieux! est-il bête!—you no understand?—It is de gold and de silver money (laughing.) Comme il a l'air ébahi!
DICK—(putting up the money.)
Many thanks, and I pray God bless your ladyship!
LADY AMARANTHE—(gaily.)
Good morning, Mr. Dick. Remember me to your wife.
DICK.
I will, my lady. I wish your ladyship, and you, miss, a good morning. (To himself.) Five guineas!—what will Meg say?—Now I'll be a master shoemaker. (Going out in an ecstasy, he knocks his head against the wall.)
LADY AMARANTHE.