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epub:type="z3998:stage-direction">Who has watched. Now, Sir Edward, shall I ring for the servants to kick me out?
Sir Edward Trenchard
Nay Mr. Coyle, you must pardon my outburst, you know I am hasty, andā ā
Florence Trenchard
Without. Papa, dear! Enters gaily, starts on seeing Mr. Coyle. Papa, pardon my breaking in on business, but our American cousin has come, such an originalā āand we are only waiting for you to escort us to the field.
Sir Edward Trenchard
I will come directly, my love. Mr. Coyle, my dear, you did not see him.
Florence Trenchard
Disdainfully. Oh! yes, I saw him, papa.
Sir Edward Trenchard
Nay, Florence, your hand to Mr. Coyle. Aside. I insist.
Florence Trenchard
Papa. Frightened at his look, gives her hand. Mr. Coyle attempts to kiss it, she snatches it away and crosses to L.
Sir Edward Trenchard
Crosses to L. Come, Florence. Mr. Coyle, we will join you in the park. Come, my love, take my arm. Hurries her off, L. 1 E.
Mr. Coyle
Shallow, selfish fool. She warned you of me did she? And you did not heed her; you shall both pay dearly. She, for her suspicions, and you that you did not share them. Walks up and down. How lucky the seals were not cut from that mortgage, when the release was given. āTis like the silly security of the Trenchardās. This mortgage makes Ravensdale mine, while the release that restores it to its owner lies in the recess of the bureau, whose secret my father revealed to me on his deathbed. Enter Murcott, L. 1 E. Write to the mortgagee of the Fanhill and Ellenthrope estates, to foreclose before the week is out, and tell Walters and Brass to put in execution today. Weāll prick this windbag of a Baronet. Abel, we have both a bone to pick with him and his daughter. Murcott starts. Why, whatās the matter?
Abel Murcott
Nothing, the dizziness Iāve had lately.
Mr. Coyle
Brandy in the evening, brandy in the morning, brandy all night. What a fool you are, Murcott.
Abel Murcott
Who knows that as well as I do?
Mr. Coyle
If you would but keep the money out of your mouth, thereās the making of a man in you yet.
Abel Murcott
No, no, itās gone too far, itās gone too far, thanks to the man who owns this house, you know all about it. How he found me a thriving, sober lad, flogging the village children through their spelling book. How he took a fancy to me as he called it, and employed me here to teach his son and Miss Florence. His voice falters. Then remember how I forgot who and what I was, and was cuffed out of the house like a dog. How I lost my school, my good name, but still hung about the place, they all looked askance at me, you donāt know how that kills the heart of a man, then I took to drink and sank down, down, till I came to this.
Mr. Coyle
You owe Sir Edward revenge, do you not? You shall have a rare revenge on him, that mortgage you found last week puts the remainder of the property in my reach, and I close my hand on it unless he will consent to my terms.
Abel Murcott
You can drive a hard bargain. I know.
Mr. Coyle
And a rare price I ask for his forbearance, Abelā āhis daughterās hand.
Abel Murcott
Florence?
Mr. Coyle
Yes, Florence marries Richard Coyle. Richard Coyle steps into Sir Edwardās estates. There, you dog, will not that be a rare revenge. So follow me with those papers. Crosses to L. And now to lay the mine that will topple over the pride of the Trenchards. Exit L. 1 E.
Abel Murcott
He marry Florence! Florence Trenchard! My Florence. Mine! Florence his wife. No, no, better a thousand times she had been mine, low as I am, when I dreampt that dream, but it shanāt be, it shanāt be. Tremblingly putting papers in bag. If I can help her, sot though I am. Yes, I can help her, if the shock donāt break me down. Oh! my poor muddled brain, surely there was a release with it when I found it. I must see Florence to warn her and expose Mr. Coyleās villainy. Oh! how my poor head throbs when I try to. I shall die if I donāt have a drop of brandy, yes brandy. Exit, L. 1 E.
Scene 3
Chamber in 3. at Trenchard Manor. Large shower bath near R. 3 E. Toilet table with draw, L. 2 E. Small bottle in draw with red sealing wax on cork.
Asa Trenchard discovered seated, R. with foot on table, smoking a cigar. Valise on floor in front of him. Mr. Binny discovered standing by his side. Asa Trenchard Wal, I guess I begin to feel kinder comfortable here in this place, if it wanāt for this tarnal fat critter. He donāt seem to have any work to do, but swells out his big bosom like an old turkey-cock in laying time. I do wonder what heās here for? Do they think I mean to absquatulate with the spoons? Mr. Binny attempts to take valiseā āAsa Trenchard puts his foot on it. Let that sweat. Thatās my plunder. Mr. Binny Will you have the kindness to give me your keys, hif you please, sir? Asa Trenchard What do you want with my keys? Mr. Binny To put your things away in the wardrobe, sir. Asa Trenchard Wal, I calculate if my two shirts, three bosoms, four collars, and two pair of socks were to get into that everlasting big bunk, theyād think themselves so all-fired small I should never be able to crawl into them again. Mr. Binny Will you take a baath before you dress? Asa Trenchard Take a baath? Mr. Binny A baath. Asa Trenchard I suppose you mean a bath. Wal, man, I calkalate I aināt going to expose myself to the shakes by getting into cold water in this cruel cold climate of yours, so make tracks. Mr. Binny MakeFree ebook Ā«Our American Cousin Tom Taylor (top ebook reader .txt) šĀ» - read online now
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