_Lucy._ What do you want, Sir? _Shar._ What's that to you, Hussy? Where's Skinflint? _Lucy._ Skinflint! _Shar._ Ay, Skinflint. _Lucy._ There is my Master, Sir Isaac Skinflint, in that great Chair. _Shar._ (_Going up to him looking in his Face and laughing_) A damned odd Sort of a Figure: a cursed queer old Fellow to look at. Is your name Skinflint? _Skin._ It is, Sir. _Shar._ Then give me you Hand, old Boy. (_Shakes him by the Flannels_) _Skin._ Hold, hold, Sir, you'll kill me if you han't a Care. _Shar._ So much the better; the sooner you die the better for me. _Skin._ For you? Pray, Sir, who are you? _Shar._ Your Nephew who has rid a hundred Miles on purpose to take Possession of your Estate. _Skin._ Are you my Nephew? _Shar._ Yes, Sir. _Skin._ I am sorry for it. _Shar._ My Name is Bumper; my Father, Sir Barnaby Bumper, took to Wife a Lady who as I have been told was your Sister; which said Sister, Sir, brought me into the World in less than four Months after her Marriage. _Skin._ In four Months? _Shar._ Yes, Sir, My Father was a little displeased with it at first; but upon his being informed that such forward Births were frequent in your Family, he was soon reconciled to it. _Skin._ They belied our Family, Sir--for our Family---- _Shar._ Hush! hush! Don't expose them. They were always a damned whoring Family; I must confess I have frequently blushed at the quickness of my Mother's conception, for it has often been thrown in my Teeth; but since it has made me your Heir, that will set me above the Disgrace. _Skin._ My Heir! _Shar._ Ay, your Heir, Sir. I am come to Town on purpose to take Possession. We had an Account in the Country that you were dead. _Skin._ And I suppose you are not a little mortified to find the Report is false, ha? _Shar._ Why, I am sorry to find you alive, I must confess. I was in hopes to have found you stretched out and ready for the black Gentleman to say Grace over you. _Skin._ Sir, your Servant. _Shar._ May the strawberry Mare knock up the next hard Chace if I have not ridden as hard to be at your Earthing as ever I did to be in at the Death of a Fox. _Skin._ It was most affectionately done of you, Nephew, and I shall remember you for it.--A Villain! I'll not leave him a Groat. (_Aside_) _Shar._ However since you are alive, Uncle, I am glad to see you look so ill. _Skin._ I am very much obliged to you, Nephew. (_Aside to Lucy_) Was there ever such a Reprobate, Lucy? _Shar._ They tell me you have a damned deal of money that you have got by Extortion and Usury and Cheating of Widows and Orphans to whom you have been Guardian and Executor, ha--but I suppose you intend every Grig of it for me, ha! Old Boy, I'll let it fly. I'll release the yellow Sinners from their Prisons; they shall never be confined by me. _Skin._ I believe you, Nephew.