Min. Well, upon my word. There’s an end of him!
Sym. An end of him. What do you mean? You are not going to throw him over?
Min. Dear papa, I am sorry to disappoint you, but unless your tom-tit is very much mistaken, the Indestructible was not registered under the Joint-Stock Companies Act of Sixty-two, and in that case the shareholders are jointly and severally liable to the whole extent of their available capital. Poor little Minnie don’t pretend to have a business head; but she’s not quite such a little donkey as that, dear papa.
Sym. You decline to marry him? Do I hear rightly?
Min. I don’t know, papa, whether your hearing is as good as it was, but from your excited manner, I should say you heard me perfectly.
[Exit Minnie.
Sym. This is a pretty business! Done out of a thousand a year; and by my own daughter! What a terrible thing is this incessant craving after money! Upon my word, some people seem to think that they’re sent into the world for no other purpose but to acquire wealth; and, by Jove, they’ll sacrifice their nearest and dearest relations to get it. It’s most humiliating—most humiliating!
Enter Cheviot, in low spirits.
Ch. (throwing himself into a chair; sobs aloud). Oh Uncle Symperson, have you heard the news?