SCENE VII.

_Enter Mrs. BEVERLEY, and LEWSON._

_Mrs. Bev._ My life!

_Bev._ My love! How fares it? I have been a truant husband.

_Mrs. Bev._ But we meet now, and that heals all. Doubts and alarms I
have had; but in this dear embrace I bury and forget them. My friend
here (_pointing to Lewson_) has been indeed a friend. Charlotte,
'tis You must thank him: your brother's thanks and mine are of too
little value.

_Bev._ Yet what we have, we'll pay. I thank, you, Sir, and am
obliged. I would say more, but that your goodness to the wife,
upbraids the husband's follies. Had I been wise, She had not
trespassed on your bounty.

_Lew._ Nor has she trespassed. The little I have done, acceptance
over-pays.

_Char._ So friendship thinks--

_Mrs. Bev._ And doubles obligations, by striving to conceal
them--We'll talk another time on't. You are too thoughtful,
love.

_Bev._ No; I have reason for these thoughts.