BRUM. [_starting, and falling into chair_]. Yes,
gone--gone--true--they're gone! [WAITER _helps him to take his coat
off._] Give me my cap! [NURSE _puts his old velvet cap on._]
WAITER. [_going_]. Call me up again, nurse, if he won't mind you. Do you
hear what I say, Mr. Brummell?
BRUM. Yes--yes--I'll be very good, nurse--I'll be very good.
WAITER. Well, it will be a lucky day when we get rid of this business!
[_Exit._
OLD W. But think of the poor creature turned into the streets! He'd die
upon the nighest door-step!
NURSE. Can't be helped--out he goes to-night and no mistake! I'll nuss
him no longer--and the landlord wants the room. The men are comin' to
whitewash it at sunrise to-morrow.
OLD W. Deary me! Well--good-day!
NURSE. Good-day, child. You'll find me at home to-morrow. Good-bye!
[_Exit_ OLD WOMAN.
BRUM. [_tottering to an old bureau, sits before it_]. Dinner at four.
Nurse, nurse! my glass and razors--come!
NURSE. Drat the old man! [_Gives him glass, etc._]
_Enter_ LANDLORD, _followed by_ WAITER
Now he's completely done up!
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