Min. In England!
Miss T. (sinking into a chair). This blow is indeed a crusher Against such a blow I cannot stand up! (Faints.)
Min. (on her knees). My poor Belinda—my darling sister—love—oh forgive me—oh forgive me! Don’t look like that! Speak to me, dearest—oh speak to me—speak to me.
Miss T. (suddenly springing up). Speak to you? Yes, I’ll speak to you! All is not yet lost! True, he is not married to me, but why should he not be? I am as young as you! I am as beautiful as you! I have more money than you! I will try—oh how hard will I try!
Min. Do, darling; and I wish—oh how I wish you may get him!
Miss T. Minnie, if you were not the dearest little friend I have in the world I could pinch you!
[Exit Belinda.
Sym. (who has been reading the other letter). Dear me—how terrible!
Min. What is terrible, dear papa?
Sym. Belvawney writes to tell me the Indestructible Bank stopped payment yesterday, and Cheviot’s shares are waste paper.