Scene
II
A room in Charles Surface’s house.
Enter Trip, Moses, and Sir Oliver Surface.
Trip
Here, Master Moses! if you’ll stay a moment, I’ll try whether—what’s the gentleman’s name?
Sir Oliver
Mr. Moses, what is my name? Aside to Moses.
Moses
Mr. Premium.
Trip
Premium—Very well.
Exit Trip, taking snuff.
Sir Oliver
To judge by the servants, one wouldn’t believe the master was ruined. But what!—sure, this was my brother’s house?
Moses
Yes, sir; Mr. Charles bought it of Mr. Joseph, with the furniture, pictures, etc., just as the old gentleman left it. Sir Peter thought it a piece of extravagance in him.
Sir Oliver
In my mind, the other’s economy in selling it to him was more reprehensible by half.
Reenter Trip.
Trip
My master says you must wait, gentlemen: he has company, and can’t speak with you yet.
Sir Oliver
If he knew who it was wanted to see him, perhaps he would not send such a message?
Trip
Yes, yes, sir; he knows you are here—I did not forget little Premium: no, no, no.
Sir Oliver
Very well; and I pray, sir, what may be your name?
Trip
Trip, sir; my name is Trip, at your service.
Sir Oliver
Well, then, Mr. Trip, you have a pleasant sort of place here, I guess?
Trip
Why, yes—here are three or four of us pass our time agreeably enough; but then our wages are sometimes a little in arrear—and not very great either—but fifty pounds a year, and find our own bags and bouquets!
Sir Oliver
Bags and bouquets! halters and bastinadoes. Aside.
Trip
And apropos, Moses—have you been able to get me that little bill discounted?
Sir Oliver
Wants to raise money too!—mercy on me! Has his distresses too, I warrant, like a lord, and affects creditors and duns. Aside.
Moses
’T was not to be done, indeed, Mr. Trip.
Trip
Good lack, you surprise me! My friend Brush has endorsed it, and I thought when he put his name at the back of a bill ’twas the same as cash.
Moses
No, ’t wouldn’t do.
Trip
A small sum—but twenty pounds. Hark’ee, Moses, do you think you couldn’t get it me by way of annuity?
Sir Oliver
An annuity! ha! ha! a footman raise money by way of annuity! Well done, luxury, egad! Aside.
Moses
Well, but you must insure your place.
Trip
Oh, with all my heart! I’ll insure my place and my life too, if you please.
Sir Oliver
It is more than I would your neck. Aside.
Moses
But is there nothing you could deposit?
Trip
Why, nothing capital of my master’s wardrobe has dropped lately; but I could give you a mortgage on some of his winter clothes, with equity of redemption before November—or you shall have the reversion of the French velvet, or a post-obit on the blue and silver;—these, I should think, Moses, with a few pair of point ruffles, as a collateral security—hey, my little fellow?
Moses
Well, well. Bell rings.
Trip
Egad, I heard the bell! I believe, gentlemen, I can now introduce you. Don’t forget the annuity, little Moses! This way, gentlemen, I’ll insure my place, you know.
Sir Oliver
Aside. If the man be a shadow of the master, this is the temple of dissipation indeed!
Exeunt.