[Exit TRIP—taking snuff.]
SIR OLIVER. To judge by the Servants—one wouldn't believe the master was ruin'd—but what—sure this was my Brother's House——
MOSES. Yes Sir Mr. Charles bought it of Mr. Joseph with the Furniture, Pictures, &c.—just as the old Gentleman left it—Sir Peter thought it a great piece of extravagance in him.
SIR OLIVER. In my mind the other's economy in selling it to him was more reprehensible by half.——
Enter TRIP
TRIP. My Master[,] Gentlemen[,] says you must wait, he has company, and can't speak with you yet.
SIR OLIVER. If he knew who it was wanted to see him, perhaps he wouldn't have sent such a Message.
TRIP. Yes—yes—Sir—He knows you are here—I didn't forget little Premium—no—no——
SIR OLIVER. Very well—and pray Sir what may be your Name?
TRIP. Trip Sir—my Name is Trip, at your Service.