Richly:
That's good news. Let's go in.
Roger:
We weren't expecting you and I assure you, you have fallen on us from
the clouds, as it were.
Richly:
No, I came by carriage from Portsmouth where my ship happily arrived
several days ago. But now--
Roger:
How well you look! What a face! How stout! The air in Spain must do
wonders for men of your age. You ought to stay there, sir--for your
health--
(Low)
and our safety.
Richly:
And how is my son? Has he taken good care of the business? Is it
profitable under his management?
Roger:
Oh, as to that, why I tell you, he has done so well--you wouldn't
believe how he's into money. Your business is in a state that would
astonish you--my word on it.
Richly:
You really make me happy, Roger, to give me such fine news. He's
stored up a big pile of money, eh?
Roger:
Not at all, sir.
Richly:
Not at all? How's that!
Roger:
No, I tell you this boy is the best manager you could wish. He follows
your footsteps. He drives your money like a race horse. If he can make
a buck he will work day and night.
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