SIR OLIVER. What!--has he never transmitted--you--Bullion--Rupees--
Pagodas!

SURFACE. O Dear Sir--Nothing of the kind--no--no--a few Presents
now and then--china, shawls, congo Tea, Avadavats--and indian
Crackers--little more, believe me.

SIR OLIVER. Here's Gratitude for twelve thousand pounds!--
Avadavats and indian Crackers.

SURFACE. Then my dear--Sir--you have heard, I doubt not, of the
extravagance of my Brother--Sir--there are very few would credit
what I have done for that unfortunate young man.

SIR OLIVER. Not I for one!

SURFACE. The sums I have lent him! indeed--I have been exceedingly
to blame--it was an amiable weakness! however I don't pretend
to defend it--and now I feel it doubly culpable--since it has
deprived me of the power of serving YOU Mr. Stanley as my Heart
directs----

SIR OLIVER. Dissembler! Then Sir--you cannot assist me?

SURFACE. At Present it grieves me to say I cannot--but whenever
I have the ability, you may depend upon hearing from me.

SIR OLIVER. I am extremely sorry----

SURFACE. Not more than I am believe me--to pity without the Power