Oliv. But, my life, have you taken the thousand guineas he left in my name out of the goldsmith's hands?
Ver. Ay, ay; they are removed to another goldsmith's.
Oliv. Ay, but, my soul, you had best have a care he find not where the money is; for his present wants, as I'm informed, are such as will make him inquisitive enough.
Ver. You say true, and he knows the man too; but I'll remove it to-morrow.
Oliv. To-morrow! O do not stay till to-morrow; go to-night, immediately.
Ver. Now I think on't, you advise well, and I will go presently.
Oliv. Presently! instantly! I will not let you stay a jot.
Ver. I will then, though I return not home till twelve.
Oliv. Nay, though not till morning, with all my heart. Go, dearest; I am impatient till you are gone.—[Thrusts him out.] So, I have at once now brought about those two grateful businesses, which all prudent women do together, secured money and pleasure; and now all interruptions of the last are removed. Go, husband, and come up, friend; just the buckets in the well; the absence of one brings the other. But I hope, like them too, they will not meet in the way, jostle, and clash together.