The Old Curiosity Shop Page #3

- Correct.

Damned nuisance' sir.

But I've a plan to make our fortune

With very little trouble' SWiveller.

You've showed me too many already' Freddie.

And What have I got

to shoW for it? Nothing.

Ah' but this plan is different.

NoW' do you think my sister has a pretty face?

Yes' she has a pretty face.

Very pretty face.

- Fine girl for her age.

- Exactly. She's still only 14.

- Oh.

- And that's all the better.

If I take Nell in hand

and bend her to my Will'

What' With a little coaxing'

to prevent your marrying her?

She's 14' Freddie.

- I don't mean noW.

- No.

Say' in two years' time.

Marry my sister and you Will be

the sole inheritor of my grandfather's Will.

HoW very inviting.

- I suppose there's no doubt his being rich?

- None.

What do you say' Dick?

Well' I could give it a Whirl' I suppose.

No harm in a bit of Wooing' is there?

- I'm a damned handsome felloW.

- Quite.

Ah' I'm afraid I have to dash' SWiveller.

I might be gone some time.

Possibly a very long time'

if you understand my meaning.

Oh' What a touching little scene.

- Where is he?

- Who' sir?

- Your grandfather' Nell' the old Wastrel.

- He's upstairs' sir.

- But he's sleeping' sir.

- Well' this document Will Wake him.

- Can't go up there' it's private.

- Mr. Quilp does What he likes in his own shop.

- But this isn't his shop.

- Oh it is' Nell' it is. Or Will be.

May I introduce my lawyer' Mr. Brass.

What do you have here?

There must be something hidden

in this junk to pay your debts.

Gambled away' everything of Worth. A fortune.

Oh. Then you and the child are truly lost.

- Where Will We go' Quilp?

- That is no concern of mine.

- Unless...

- Yes? What? Tell me.

I'm at your mercy. Anything you Want.

Just ask and I'll...agree to it.

I need a serving maid.

A young girl to do for me.

What are you suggesting?

A mere child!

Nell is not for sale.

Might I ask What you're searching for'

Mr. Quilp?

Anything of value' and I've no intention

of leaving the old man till I find it.

(Door opens)

Hello' my duck of diamonds.

(Brass) Such a treasure' Mr. Quilp.

Who asked you for your opinion' Mr. Brass?

Be quiet.

Of course' sir. HoW presumptuous of me.

- I need to give grandfather his supper' sir.

- Oh. May I?

Oh.

(Slurps noisily)

What a remarkably pleasant Way he has

With children. It's most affecting.

It's quite a treat to Watch him.

(Quilp snorts and gulps)

- Thank you.

- Good night.

Hmm. Hmph!

(Horse neighs)

(Nell) Let us leave here tonight.

But Where Will We go' Nell?

The countryside' grandfather.

Let us run away.

I love the shop as much as you do...

but We can make a home anywhere

if We need to.

Like beggars?

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