Part 46 (1/2)
_Cad._ No, no. You have read it twice, Mr Seedy, and you may leave me now. I am ill, very ill, and wish to be alone.
_Seedy_ (_folds up his papers and rises._) I take my leave, Mr Cadaverous, trusting to be long employed as your solicitor.
_Cad._ Afraid not, Mr Seedy. Lawyers have no great interest in heaven.
Your being my solicitor will not help me there.
_Seedy_ (_coming forward as he goes out._) Not a sixpence to his legal adviser! Well, well! I know how to make out a bill for the executors.
[_Exit Seedy, and enter Mrs Jellybags._
_Jel._ (_with her handkerchief to her eyes._) Oh dear! oh dear! oh, Mr Cadaverous, how can you fatigue and annoy yourself with such things as wills?
_Cad._ (_faintly._) Don't cry, Mrs Jellybags. I've not forgotten you.
_Jel._ (_sobbing._) I can't--help--crying. And there's Miss Clementina,--now that you are dying,--who insists upon coming in to see you.
_Cad._ Clementina, my niece, let her come in, Mrs Jellybags; I feel I'm going fast,--I may as well take leave of everybody.
_Jel._ (_sobbing._) Oh dear! oh dear! You may come in, Miss.
_Enter Clementina._
_Clem._ My dear uncle, why have you, for so many days, refused me admittance? Every morning have I asked to be allowed to come and nurse you, and for more than three weeks have received a positive refusal.
_Cad._ Refusal! Why I never had a message from you.
_Clem._ No message! Every day I have sent, and every day did Mrs Jellybags reply that you would not see me.
_Cad._ (_faintly._) Mrs Jellybags,--Mrs Jellybags----
_Clem._ Yes, uncle; it is true as I stand here;--and my brother Thomas has called almost every day, and John every Sunday, the only day he can leave the banking house; and cousins William and James have both been here very often.
_Cad._ n.o.body told me! I thought everyone had forgotten me. Why was I not informed, Mrs Jellybags?
_Jel._ (_in a rage._) Why, you little story-telling creature, coming here to impose upon your good uncle! You know that no one has been here--not a soul;--and as for yourself, you have been too busy looking after a certain gentleman ever to think of your poor uncle;--that you have;--taking advantage of his illness to behave in so indecorous a manner. I would have told him everything, but I was afraid of making him worse.
_Clem._ You are a false, wicked woman!
_Jel._ Little impudent creature,--trying to make mischief between me and my kind master, but it won't do. (_To Clementina aside._) The will is signed, and I'll take care he does not alter it;--so do your worst.
_Cad._ (_faintly._) Give me the mixture, Mrs----
_Clem._ I will, dear uncle. (_Pours out the restorative mixture in a gla.s.s._)
_Jel._ (_going back._) You will, Miss!--indeed! but you shan't.
_Clem._ Be quiet, Mrs Jellybags;--allow me at least to do something for my poor uncle.
_Cad._ Give me the mix----