Chapter 41

LÆTITIA, FONDLEWIFE, SIR JOSEPH.

FOND. Kiss, dear—I met the master of the ship by the way, and I must have my papers of accounts out of your cabinet.

LÆT. Oh, I’m undone! [_Aside_.]

SIR JO. Pray, first let me have fifty pound, good Alderman, for I’m in haste.

FOND. A hundred has already been paid by your order. Fifty? I have the sum ready in gold in my closet.