"[...]diamonds in desk) MRS. S. (aside, and smiling) To do the wretch justice he has a certain mode of expressing himself-- POS. I hope he don't mean to keep on fumbling that writing desk about much longer, because the bottom of the cane chair has just given way. Surely, Cousin Somerton never could have been such a simpleton as to lock all her money up there. RAT. Ah, at last-(taking the pocket book out of the desk, and advancing to MRS. SOMERTON)-the pocket book. POS. She's a ruined woman and so am I! (dropping his head against the side[...]".