Enter Jarvis.
Sir Will. How now, Jarvis, where's your master my nephew?
Jarvis. At his wit's end, I believe; he's scarce gotten out of one scrape, but he's running his head into another.
Sir Will. How so?
Jarvis. The house has but just been cleared of the bailiffs, and now he's again engaging tooth and nail in assisting old Croaker's son to patch up a clandestine match with the young lady that passes in the house for his sister.
Sir Will. Ever busy to serve others.
Jarvis. Ay, any body but himself. The young couple, it seems, are just setting out for Scotland, and he supplies them with money for the journey.
Sir Will. Money! how is he able to supply others, who has scarce any for himself?
Jarvis. Why, there it is; he has no money, that's true; but then, as he never said No to any request in his life, he has given them a bill drawn by a friend of his upon a merchant in the city, which I am to get changed; for you must know that I am to go with them to Scotland myself.
Sir Will. How!