T. Where is it you may be going, if you please, sir?
F. Never mind. You pack very well, Tristram. I shall miss you.
T. If the Countess has sent you to Milan, will you not want your best black velvet doublet?
F. I shall wear that on the journey.
T. Wear your best black velvet on the road! Well!—Stay we long away, sir?
F. Never mind. Now shut it up and give me the key.
T. I should like to know, sir, how long we stay 2360 away, and when we are to start.
F. Give me the key. Now, Tristram, I understand that the Countess has dismissed you from her household. That saves me explanation. Here’s your wages (puts money on the table) for the current quarter. You are no more my servant.
T. Good heavens! do you discharge me, sir? I beg, what have I done to offend you?
F. Never mind.