Don't be so angry; dere be no pleasance in dat, and dere be no reasons neider: and every body ought to speak wid reasons.
SMOOTHLY.
You provoke me worser and worser with your reasons. Pleasance with such a creature as you! I shan't be able to hold up my head in the family again; no, never. I'll let them all know what kind of a man you are. I'll let Miss Charville know that you only court her for her fortune. I'll——
SMITCHENSTAULT.
Hush, hush, hush! de poor pretty, angry, goody girl: here is de money for you.
SMOOTHLY.
I'll have none of your money. (Going off disdainfully.)
SMITCHENSTAULT (following her).
O but you will to': it is gold money, my dear, pretty, honey moute.[Exeunt.
