I really cant leave it at that, sir. I assure you Ive no
objection to young Mr Gilbey's going to prison. You may do six months
yourself, sir, and welcome, without a word of remonstrance from me.
I'm leaving solely because my brother, who has suffered a bereavement,
and feels lonely, begs me to spend a few months with him until he gets
over it.
GILBEY. And is he to keep you all that time? or are you to spend your
savings in comforting him? Have some sense, man: how can you afford
such things?
JUGGINS. My brother can afford to keep me, sir. The truth is, he
objects to my being in service.
GILBEY. Is that any reason why you should be dependent on him? Dont
do it, Juggins: pay your own way like an honest lad; and dont eat
your brother's bread while youre able to earn your own.
JUGGINS. There is sound sense in that, sir. But unfortunately it is
a tradition in my family that the younger brothers should spunge to a
considerable extent on the eldest.
GILBEY. Then the sooner that tradition is broken, the better, my man.
JUGGINS. A Radical sentiment, sir. But an excellent one.
GILBEY. Radical! What do you mean? Dont you begin to take
liberties, Juggins, now that you know we're loth to part with you.
Your brother isnt a duke, you know.
JUGGINS. Unfortunately, he is, sir.
GILBEY. | What! |
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MRS GILBEY. | Juggins! |
JUGGINS.
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