Isn't he, Moses? And must sell stock to accommodate you. Mustn't he,
Moses!

MOSES. Yes, indeed! You know I always speak the truth, and scorn
to tell a lie!

CHARLES. Right. People that speak truth generally do. But these
are trifles, Mr. Premium. What! I know money isn't to be bought
without paying for't!

SIR OLIVER. Well, but what security could you give? You have
no land, I suppose?

CHARLES. Not a mole-hill, nor a twig, but what's in the bough pots
out of the window!

SIR OLIVER. Nor any stock, I presume?

CHARLES. Nothing but live stock--and that's only a few pointers
and ponies. But pray, Mr. Premium, are you acquainted at all
with any of my connections?

SIR OLIVER. Why, to say the truth, I am.

CHARLES. Then you must know that I have a devilish rich uncle
in the East Indies, Sir Oliver Surface, from whom I have the greatest
expectations?

SIR OLIVER. That you have a wealthy uncle, I have heard; but how your
expectations will turn out is more, I believe, than you can tell.