FRANK. (aside) I know what are its contents—the old story—you are a good-for-nothing fellow, and I shall not give you a sixpence. (aloud, taking letter and putting it into his pocket) All right, I will take care he has it.
SIMON. And so you are Master Harry, eh? You are the favourite, you are.
FRANK. How did you learn that?
SIMON. Godfather has made me acquainted with all the family matters, for I am quite fresh, I am.
FRANK. You are quite fresh! what do you mean?
SIMON. I mean I was quite new this morning. Godfather brought me here and showed me to your grandmother just as she was stepping into the old family coach; she had only just time to say, “Oh! this is the stupid animal you have told me about.” You see, she is so old that she doesn’t always know what she is talking about.
FRANK. I think, though, her faculties were pretty clear this morning. But, as you say, she is rather old—eighty-two. Considerably wrinkled, I should think.
SIMON. Her face is just like a little apple that has been dried in the sun.
FRANK. And my grandfather?
SIMON. He is like a little pear that has been baked in an oven.