Sir Oliv. At your service.
Jos. Surf. Sir, I beg you will do me the honour to sit downI entreat, you, sir.
Sir Oliv. Dear sirtheres no occasion.[Aside] Too civil by half!
Jos. Surf. I have not the pleasure of knowing you, Mr. Stanley; but I am extremely happy to see you look so well. You were nearly related to my mother, I think, Mr. Stanley?
Sir Oliv. I was, sir; so nearly that my present poverty, I fear, may do discredit to her wealthy children, else I should not have presumed to trouble you.
Jos. Surf. Dear sir, there needs no apology: he that is in distress, though a stranger, has a right to claim kindred with the wealthy. I am sure I wish I was one of that class, and had it in my power to offer you even a small relief.
Sir Oliv. If your uncle, Sir Oliver, were here, I should have a friend.
Jos. Surf. I wish he was, sir, with all my heart: you should not want an advocate with him, believe me, sir.
Sir Oliv. I should not need onemy distresses would recommend me. But I imagined his bounty would enable you to become the agent of his charity.
Jos. Surf. My dear sir, you were strangely misinformed. Sir Oliver is a worthy man, a very worthy man; but avarice, Mr. Stanley, is the vice of age. I will tell you, my good sir, in confidence, what he has done for me has been a mere nothing; though people, I know, have thought otherwise, and, for my part, I never chose to contradict the report.
Sir Oliv. What! has he never transmitted you bullionrupees pagodas?
Jos. Surf. Oh, dear sir, nothing of the kind! No, no; a few presents now and thenchina, shawls, congou tea, avadavats, and Indian crackerslittle more, believe me.
Sir Oliv. Heres gratitude for twelve thousand pounds!Avadavats and Indian crackers!
Jos. Surf. Then, my dear sir, you have heard, I doubt not, of the extravagance of my brother; there are very few would credit what I have done for that unfortunate young man.
Sir Oliv. Not I, for one!
Jos. Surf. The sums I have lent him! Indeed I have been exceedingly to blame; it was an amiable weakness; however, I dont pretend to defend itand now I feel it doubly culpable, since it has deprived me of the pleasure of serving you, Mr. Stanley, as my heart dictates.
Sir Oliv. [Aside.] Dissembler![Aloud]. Then, Sir, you cant assist me?
Jos. Surf. At present, it grieves me to say, I cannot; but, whenever I have the ability, you may depend upon hearing from me.
Sir Oliv. I am extremely sorry
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