O’Ded. When one loses a sum of money that isn’t one’s own, there’s but one thing to be done.
Sir Row. And what is that?
O’Ded. To pay it back again.
Sir Row. You know that to be impossible, utterly impossible.
O’Ded. Then, sir Rowland, take the word of Cornelius O’Dedimus, attorney at law, his lordship will rigidly exact the money, to the uttermost farthing.
Sir Row. You are fond, sir, of throwing out these hints to his disadvantage.
O’Ded. I am bold to speak it—I am possessed of a secret, sir Rowland, in regard to his lordship.
Sir Row. (alarmed.) What is it you mean?
O’Ded. I thought I told you it was a secret.
Sir Row. But to me you should have no secrets that regard my family.