the wet sod, where earth-grubs and snails are her neighbours.—Disappointed, ha! ha! ha!—But I have other things which thou must do for me in the mean time—nay, don't scowl so—things that must be done.—Ha! here comes Beacham's man with the money.
Enter a Person, with a small bag.
BRUTON (aside, as he turns from Robinair).
Domineering insolence! it is insufferable.
ROBINAIR (to the Stranger).
Good morning, Mr. Martin; how is your master? You have brought, I see, the little sum that was left unsettled between us. He is an honourable fellow. But thou shakest thy head, man; thou lookest ruefully.
STRANGER.
Come honesty first, and honour will follow.
ROBINAIR.
Fogh! some old saw of your grandmother's; quite out of date now, my good friend. Look not so grum at me; there is something to make thee more cheerful. (Offering him money with one hand, while he receives the bag with the other.)
