Margery. [Reappearing, timidly.] Dick’s not to be seen yet, sir. I ran to the end of the court and looked as far as ever I could.
Goldsmith. [Angrily.] A pretty pass for a gentleman like me to be in!—unable to stir beyond the four walls of the room, and very dirty walls they are, too [with a scornful look about him], with that cowardly bailiff sitting on the stairs, like a vile cat ready to pounce at any moment. And, unless Dr. Johnson is as quick to send help as he is to contradict me at the club, I must go to prison, and all because that mother of yours is so vixenish about the trifle of rent. She knows I’d give away my last halfpenny to any one who needed it.
Margery. [Beginning to cry.] Yes, indeed, sir; but that’s just it! Mother heard the young gentlemen who were here last night talking in the passage about the guinea you’d given them to go to the play; and then, this morning, she only asked for some of the rent because she’s obliged to pay Dick’s fees to Mr. Filby, the tailor, who’s willing to take him to ’prentice and teach him the trade if he finds he’s a likely lad.
Goldsmith. [Excitedly.] But I haven’t another guinea to my name, I tell you!
[Margery sobs loudly.]
Goldsmith. [Dreadfully distressed.] You shall have a whole shilling for yourself, my girl, if you’ll give over crying. But [in a lower tone], faith, I’ll have to get the shilling first!
[Door opens, and Dick enters, much out of breath.]
Dick. I’d a deal of trouble to give the letter to the old gentleman in the Temple. Frank, the black man-servant, said at first that his master, who could write a great book like the dictionary, all out of his own head, had no call to be bothered with forward London lads. Then he made me wait a long time while Dr. Johnson drank tea with Miss Williams, the little old blind lady that lives there. But at last the Doctor read your letter and gave me this one for you, with a penny for myself. Then he called very loud for a man-servant, and said a lot of things I couldn't rightly understand, the words were so long; but he said “Scatter-brain!” at the end. Could that mean you, sir?
Goldsmith. [Without heeding the boy, hurriedly breaks the seal, and reads.]