O’Ded. And so you did sure enough, but somehow it slipt out before I said a word about it; but I told him it was a secret, and I dare say he wont mention it.
Sir R. But you say, that he demands the immediate liquidation.
O’Ded. Ay, sir, and has given me orders to proceed against you.
Sir R. Is it possible! in a moment could I arrest his impious progress; but I will probe him to the quick, did he threaten me, say you?—There is however one way to save him from this public avowal of his baseness, and me from his intended persecution—a marriage between Charles and Mrs. Richland.
O’Ded. The widow’s as rich as the Wicklow mines!
Sir R. The boy refuses to comply with my wishes; we may find means, however, to compel him.
O’Ded. He’s a sailor; and gentlemen of his kidney are generally pretty tough when they take a notion in their heads.
Sir R. I am resolved to carry my point. I have reason to believe you advanced him a sum of money.
O’Ded. I did that thing—he’s a brave fellow; I’d do that thing again.
Sir R. You did wrong, sir, to encourage a young spendthrift in disobedience to his father.