EGLANTINE. This the settlement? Small house ... strip of woodland ...
rentals of farm ... two hundred a year! Is that all?
PANTALOON. It is all there is left to settle, my lord; all that is left to
you of your estate.
EGLANTINE. The Lady Clarissa may well complain.
PANTALOON. But if you had not pledged yourself to pay her debts besides you
would be still twelve thousand five hundred pounds the richer.
EGLANTINE. True!
PANTALOON. And I must warn your lordship that all this done, if it's to be
done, you will have left to you a mere fifteen thousand pounds in stocks.
That, and no more in the world.
EGLANTINE. Fifteen?
PANTALOON. Exactly.
EGLANTINE. How lucky. The very sum I lost last night to Sir Jeffrey Rake.
Had it been more how could I have paid him? Had it been less we should have
been troubled with the change.
PANTALOON. My lord, my lord!
EGLANTINE. You seem distressed. Quin, a glass of wine for Mr. Talon to
restore him.
[In a flash Quin has re-filled his glass with wine.
PANTALOON.
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