Yes, Sir, and you will find the security good, and the interest of your money regularly paid.
ROBINAIR.
I trust so; for otherwise I shall foreclose upon you without hesitation. Go into my library, and I'll sign it there.
[ExitSkrieverby a side door.
(ToBruton, after going about the room fantastically, with a gay, skipping step.) The breezes of fortune, you see, are in my sails.
BRUTON.
But you may be wrecked full soon, notwithstanding.
ROBINAIR.
Never fear: I am a skilful pilot as well as a bold sailor, and when I am——O what may I not be!—I will make a man of thee, Bruton.
BRUTON.
Could you restore me to the man I was, when you first took me up, I should ask no better fortune, and take my leave of you for ever.
ROBINAIR.
What! leave me? No, no! I must not part with that sober face, and seeming sanctity of thine: they will be necessary to keep me in credit with the world. "Hold your tongue," will the faded maids and dowagers exclaim, as
