It's time they did something with
him--for put up with his going's on any longer, I cannot! A nuss's is a
horrid life, ain't it, child?
OLD W. 'Orrid--deary me! So this very afternoon that's comin', he's to
go?
NURSE. Aye, child--the landlord's goin' to offer to take him for a walk,
which'll please him--and then take him off to see if the nuns'll have
charity upon him--if not, there's nothing but the street. He wouldn't go
if he know'd it--still he hasn't a copper coin--he's as cunning as any
fox. Have a little drop of somethin' comfortable, child!
OLD W. Deary me!--at this time of day--but I do feel a sinking!
NURSE. It'll do you a world of good. [_Getting bottle_--_a knock._]
Lawk! what an awkward hour for people to call! [_Knock again._]
OLD W. Deary me! Perhaps it's Mr. Brummell.
NURSE. Not it! It's more than he dare do, to knock twice like that. It's
his old man-servant, come to take off that there dirty screen. [_Opens
door._]
_Enter_ BRUMMELL--_muddy_--_supported by_ ISIDORE
BRUM. Isidore, give me my dressing gown!
ISID.
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