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CLAY
I know that, as well as I know anything old friend. You always give your money away as fast as you get it; so, for the sake of the unfortunate, I hope to see you swim in wealth. But, I must go.
SELLERS
Go! [Clay, what has Mulberry Sellers] ever done to you, that you should leave my house at the very hour dinner is ready. Hurry up Polly, Clay's going to dine with us.
CLAY
(Aside.)The simple hearted, candid, old soul, I mustn't let him uncover his poverty.
(Aloud.)
Thank you Colonel. You must excuse me—some other day.
SELLERS
No, no, my boy. This is my reception day. Now sit down, I make this a personal matter. [No man ever leaves my house alive without first having dinner.] Hurry up, Sweetheart.
(Enter MRS. S, who throws up
her hands in a helpless way, then
motions SELLERS to approach.)MRS. SELLERS
(Aside.)Oh, Mulberry, how could you? There's nothing in the house to eat.
SELLERS
[Nothing to eat?
(To CLAY.)
] Clay, warm yourself, we're just arranging the bill of fare.
(CLAY draws up to a rickety stove lighted within
with a candle, stove door propped up with a
poker leaned against it. [Aside to MRS. SELLERS.)Nothing?] Nothing in the house to eat Polly?
MRS. SELLERS
Nothing but some raw turnips and cold water.
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