Hunt. So I am, my dear; and I like you none the worse for being artful yourself. But between friends now, and speaking as a family man——
Jean. I’ll be wishin’ ye a fine nicht. (Curtsies and goes out.)
SCENE IV
Hunt (solus)
Hunt. Ah! that’s it, is it? “My fancy man’s my ’ole delight,” as we say in Bow Street. But which is the fancy man? George the Dook, or William the Deacon? One or both? (He winks solemnly.) Well, Jerry, my boy, here’s your work cut out for you; but if you took one-nine-five for that ere little two hundred you’d be a disgrace to the profession.
TABLEAU III
Mother Clarke’s
The Stage represents a room of coarse and sordid appearance: settles, spittoons, etc.; sanded floor. A large table at back, where Ainslie, Hamilton, and others are playing cards and quarrelling. In front, L. and R., smaller tables, at one of which are Brodie and Moore, drinking. Mrs. Clarke and women serving.
SCENE I
Moore. You’ve got the devil’s own luck, Deacon, that’s what you’ve got.