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Jean. Aye, with his vasht this, and his vasht that: it was, as he said, vasht comical that we did not.

Countess. Bring not his detested words again to my ears; I can't endure the sound of them.

Vald. Well, Madam, you can answer my demands now, I hope: Hovelberg has been with you. Money, money, my dear mother! (Holding out his hand.) There is a fair broad palm to receive it; and here (kissing her hand coaxingly.) is a sweet little hand to bestow it.

Countess. (pushing him away sternly.) Thy inconsiderate prodigality has been most disastrous. Had'st thou been less thoughtless, less profuse—a small portion of prudence and economy would have made us independent of every dotard's humour.

Vald. Notable virtues indeed, Madam; but where was I to learn them, pray? Did you ever before recommend them to me, by either precept or example? Prudence! Economy! What has befallen you? I'm sure there is something wrong when such words come from your lips.—Ha! in tears, too! Hovelberg has brought no money then?

Countess. No, no, barbarian! He has ruined me.

Vald. How so?

Countess. I cannot tell thee: it would suffocate me.