Comedies

Excerpt from Comedies Scene. - A Library in the Mansion of Lord Skindeep.
Kimbo discovered (reading). "Our currency is nothing but a system of fictitious credit, expanding and contracting with our stock of gold." 'Tis certainly easier to get money than to know anything about it. "Expanding and contracting with our stock of gold."
Enter Guinea.
Guinea. His lordship not yet up, Mr. Kimbo?
Kimbo. No. The house did not adjourn till three.
Guinea. Poor gentleman! That parliament must kill him with fatigue.
Kimbo. By no means; for he always takes his first rest before he comes away. Habit's everything: his lordship sleeps sounder in parliament than in his own bed.
Guinea. But what have you there, Mr. Kimbo; not a novel?
Kimbo. A novel! Guinea. A novel, and consols in their present state! No, my thoughts -
Guinea. Yes, your thoughts are like the omnibuses; there's hardly one of 'em that doesn't go to the Bank.
Kimbo. And that's why my thoughts and yours so often run together. (Aside: I know she dabbles: if I could be sure of her securities, I'd risk an offer.)
Guinea. La, what's a lone woman to do with money - even if she had it?