_Enter LUCY with STUKELY._

_Lucy._ Mr. Stukely, Madam.
[_Exit._

_Stu._ Good morning to you, Ladies. Mr. Jarvis, your servant.
Where's my friend, madam?
[_To Mrs. Beverley._

_Mrs. Bev._ I should have asked that question of You. Have not you
seen him to-day?

_Stu._ No, madam.

_Char._ Nor last night?

_Stu._ Last night! Did not he come home then?

_Mrs. Bev._ No. Were not you together?

_Stu._ At the beginning of the evening; but not since. Where can he
have staid?

_Char._ You call yourself his friend, Sir; why do you encourage him
in this madness of gaming?

_Stu._ You have asked me that question before, madam; and I told you
my concern was that I could not save him. Mr. Beverley is a man,
madam; and if the most friendly entreaties have no effect upon him,