Well,
now I'm ready! Hark! I think I hear the first carriage. Sir Harry, no
doubt.
_Enter_ WAITER
NURSE. Just see to this old man--make him change his coat, for I can't.
WAITER. Well, this is the last of it. Master says he may sleep in the
streets, but he doesn't stay here another night if he knows it. They
won't have him at the asylum without money, and he hasn't a rap.
NURSE. Nor a stick; for there's little enough left to pay my poor wages.
WAITER [_to_ BRUMMELL]. Come, off with the coat!
BRUM. My good fellow, leave it me to-night. I've a few friends coming.
Hush! there's the first arrival. Pray, my good sir, see to my guests.
WAITER. Well, let's humor the old blade once more--he'll be in the
streets to-morrow.
NURSE [_to_ OLD WOMAN]. Just notice this tomfoolery, child.
OLD W. Deary me! it almost frightens me. See how pleased he is.
WAITER. Sir Harry Gill!
BRUM. [_advancing ceremoniously, and holding out his hand, and coming
down, as though talking to somebody at his side_]. My dear Harry, I'm
delighted to see you.
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