_O'Ded._ Scoundrel! ditto, my lord, ditto! If I'm a scoundrel, it was you that made me one, and by St. Patrick, there's a brace of us. _Lord A._ (_aside_) The fellow has me in his power at present--you see me irritated, and you ought to bear with me--let us think of this no more. The father and daughter must both be provided for out of that money which sir Rowland still holds in trust for me. _O'Ded._ And if you depend upon that money to silence the old man, you might as well think to stop a mouse-hole with toasted cheese. _Lord A._ Pray explain, sir. _O'Ded._ Devil a penny of it is there left. Sir Rowland ventured it in a speculation, and all is lost--Oh! blister my tongue, I've let out the secret, sure enough! _Lord A._ Indeed! and what right had sir Rowland to risk my property? Be assured I will exact every guinea of it. _O'Ded._ That's just what I told him. Sir, says I, his lordship is one of the flinty-hearted ones, and devil a thirteener will he forgive you--but, my lord, it will utterly ruin sir Rowland to replace it. _Lord A._ Sir Rowland should have thought of that before he embarked my property in a hazardous enterprise. Inform him, sir, from me that I expect an instant account of it. _O'Ded._ I shall do that thing, sir: but please to reflect a little--the money so laid out was honestly intended for your advantage. _Lord A._ Another word sir, and I shall think it necessary to employ another attorney. _O'Ded._ Sir, that's a quietus--I've done--only remember that if you proceed to extremities, I warrant you'll repent it. _Lord A._ _You_ warrant-- _O'Ded._ Ay, sir, and a warrant of attorney is reckoned decent good security. _Lord A._ Since my uncle has so far forgotten his duty as a guardian, I have now an opportunity, which I shall not neglect, to bring him to a proper recollection--you have nothing to do but to obey my orders; and these are that the fourteen thousand pounds, of which he has defrauded my estate, shall be immediately repaid. Look to it, sir, and to the other affair you are entrusted with, and see that the law neglects no measures to recover what is due to me. [_Exit._ _O'Ded._ And by St. Patrick, if the law gives you what is due to you, that's what I'm too polite to mention. You've had your swing in iniquity long enough, and such swings are very apt to end in one that's much too exalted for my notions. [_Exit._ SCENE II.--_an apartment at_ sir Willoughby's.--_Enter_ sir Willoughby, _and_ William _meeting him, the latter delivers a letter._ _Will._ The gentleman desired me to say he is below, sir. _Sir W._ Hey! (_reads_) "My dear Worret, I hope that a long absence from my native land has not obliterated the recollection of our friendship. I have thought it right to adopt this method of announcing my return, lest my too sudden appearance should hurt _your_ feelings, by deranging the _delicate nerves_ of your _amiable lady_" Hey! "Ever yours, "FREDERICK FALKNER."