Leave the room.
NURSE [_aside_]. Wonders'll never cease. But the old fool'll spile all
again--you'll see.
LAND. [_aside to Waiter_]. He's paid missus the rent--there's luck!
[_Exit_.
WAITER. A pretty bit of business I've done for myself. Not a sou for the
waiter, I'll bet. [_Exit_.
FOTHER. [_advancing to_ BRUMMELL]. My dear Mr. Brummell.
BRUM. Really, you have the advantage of me.
FOTHER. You surely remember me, Mr. Brummell. [_To_ NURSE.] The good
sisters will take care of him for the rest of his days. I must take him
to them. Is he always so, my good woman?
NURSE. Poor dear, good, kind old gentleman, not allays. He takes on so
at times.
BRUM. Don't know you in the least. [_Imagines he sees Ballarat_.]
Ballarat! dear old boy! Tut! tut! Ballarat! Well, this is kind. But I
can't be seen in this state.
FOTHER. No. Here you are among friends, my good sir. [_Leading him
out_.] This way, Mr. Brummell, I come from Lord Ballarat.
BRUM. Well--be it so. Ballarat--mind--when you return to England let
them know that, even in this squalor--to his last hour in the
world--Brummell--poor Brummell was a gentleman still.
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