OLIVIA. Dear me, I wish this journey were over. No news of Jarvis yet? I believe the old peevish creature delays purely to vex me. GARNET. Why, to be sure, madam, I did hear him say, a little snubbing before marriage would teach you to bear it the better afterwards. OLIVIA. To be gone a full hour, though he had only to get a bill changed in the city! How provoking! GARNET. I'll lay my life Mr. Leontine, that had twice as much to do, is setting off by this time from his inn, and here you are left behind. OLIVIA. Well, let us be prepared for his coming, however. Are you sure you have omitted nothing, Garnet? GARNET. Not a stick, madam—all's here. Yet I wish you could take the white and silver to be married in. It's the worst luck in the world, in any thing but white. I knew one Bet Stubbs, of our town, that was married in red, and, as sure as eggs is eggs, the bridegroom and she had a miff before morning. OLIVIA. No matter—I'm all impatience till we are out of the house. GARNET. Bless me, madam, I had almost forgot the wedding ring!—The sweet little thing—I don't think it would go on my little finger. And what if I put in a gentleman's night-cap, in case of necessity, madam? But here's Jarvis. _Enter_ JARVIS. OLIVIA. O, Jarvis, are you come at last? We have been ready this half hour. Now let's be going—Let us fly! JARVIS. Ay, to Jericho; for we shall have no going to Scotland this bout, I fancy. OLIVIA. How! What's the matter? JARVIS. Money, money, is the matter, madam. We have got no money. What the plague do you send me of your fool's errand for? My master's bill upon the city is not worth a rush. Here it is; Mrs. Garnet may pin up her hair with it. OLIVIA. Undone! How could Honeywood serve us so! What shall we do? Can't we go without it? JARVIS. Go to Scotland without money! To Scotland without money! Lord, how some people understand geography! We might as well set sail for Patagonia upon a cork jacket. OLIVIA. Such a disappointment! What a base insincere man was your master, to serve us in this manner! Is this his good-nature? JARVIS. Nay, don't talk ill of my master, madam: I won't bear to hear any body talk ill of him but myself. GARNET. Bless us! now I think on't, madam, you need not be under any uneasiness: I saw Mr. Leontine receive forty guineas from his father just before he set out, and he can't yet have left the inn. A short letter will reach him there. OLIVIA. Well remembered, Garnet; I'll write immediately. How's this? Bless me, my hand trembles so I can't write a word. Do you write, Garnet; and, upon second thought, it will be better from you. GARNET. Truly, madam, I write and indite but poorly: I never was cute at my larning. But I'll do what I can to please you. Let me see. All out of my own head, I suppose? OLIVIA. Whatever you please. GARNET (_writing_). Muster Croaker—Twenty guineas, madam? OLIVIA. Ay, twenty will do.