MABEL. I forgive all, Ernest—(crosses to Woffington, aside to her) what do we not owe you, sister?
WOFF. Nothing that word does not pay for. (Aside) Alas! and so ends the game. You and I have the tricks, I think, Sir Charles—Mrs. Vane the honors.—Mr. Vane will quit hazard and the clubs for Willoughby Manor and the double dummy of a matrimonial rubber. As for me, I revoke my lead of hearts.
POM. After taking my ace of diamonds!
TRIP. And poor Jemmy Triplet I suppose must once again take up his solitary hand at patience.
WOFF. Unless Manager Rich is fool enough to accept my judgment for gospel—and then—but whom have we here?
[Enter Cibber, Quin, Mrs. Clive, Snarl and Soaper; Snarl and Soaper cross behind to R. H.]
CIB. Ah! Mrs. Vane—Mr. Vane—Sir Charles—Peggy—Bonjour, Mesdames et Messieurs—Mr. Triplet, I congratulate you—stap my vitals!
TRIP. Congratulate me!
CLIVE. Yes—Quin here, who’s a good natured bear, declares we behaved shamefully to you to-day, and so as Mr. Rich has just told us of your good fortune——
TRIP. My good fortune! there must be some mistake. You’ve come to the wrong house.