_Lew._ Nothing, till I have proof. Yet my suspicions are well-grounded.
But methinks, madam, I am acting here without authority. Could I
have leave to call Mr. Beverley brother, his concerns would be my
own. Why will you make my services appear officious?

_Char._ You know my reasons, and should not press me. But I am cold,
you say: and cold I will be, while a poor sister's destitute. My
heart bleeds for her! and till I see her sorrows moderated, love has
no joys for me. _Lew._ Can I be less a friend by being a brother?
I would not say an unkind thing; but the pillar of your house is
shaken. Prop it with another, and it shall stand firm again. You
must comply.

_Char._ And will, when I have peace within myself. But let us change
the subject. Your business here this morning is with my sister.
Misfortunes press too hard upon her: yet till to day she has borne
them nobly.

_Lew._ Where is she?

_Char._ Gone to her chamber. Her spirits failed her.

_Lew._ I hear her coming. Let what has passed with Stukely be a
secret. She has already too much to trouble her.


SCENE VII.

_Enter Mrs. BEVERLEY._