Exit.
Jarvis. Well, go thy ways, Sir William Honeywood. It is not without reason that the world allows thee to be the best of men. But here comes his hopeful nephew; the strange, good-natured, foolish, open-hearted—And yet, all his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
Enter Honeywood.
Honeyw. Well, Jarvis, what messages from my friends this morning!
Jarvis. You have no friends.
Honeyw. Well; from my acquaintance, then?
Jarvis. (Pulling out bills.) A few of our usual cards of compliment, that's all. This bill from your tailor; this from your mercer; and this from the little broker in Crooked-lane. He says he has been at a great deal of trouble to get back the money you borrowed.
Honeyw. That I don't know; but I am sure we were at a great deal of trouble in getting him to lend it.
Jarvis. He has lost all patience.
Honeyw. Then he has lost a very good thing.