Prim:
And how is she to make her fortune?
Lucy:
Very innocently. She drinks, eats, sings, laughs, gambles, walks to
take the air--and wealth comes to us while we sleep, I assure you.
Mrs. Prim:
And meanwhile her reputation evaporates. She'll learn. She won't have
a penny of mine. My brother, who wanted her to be a nun will
disinherit her. Patience, patience, she won't always be young.
Lucy:
Very true, that's why we must put our time to good use.
Mrs. Prim:
Oh, very well--and all the profit you will get from that will be to
die in a charity ward: both dishonored.
Lucy:
Oh, for that, no Madam. A successful marriage will prevent that
prophecy from being fulfilled.
Mrs. Prim:
A successful marriage. She's going to get married?
Lucy:
Yes indeed.
Mrs. Prim:
Just in time! But I won't be a party to it. I won't help her make
anyone think she's either respectable or rich. I renounce her as my
niece, and I will not aid her to deceive anyone; goodbye.
Lucy:
Don't trouble yourself--we know our business better than you.
Mrs. Prim:
I believe this will be some grand alliance!
(Exit Mrs.
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