In pity to despair;
And the last sigh that rends the heart,
Shall waft the spirit there.

_Mrs. Bev._ I thank thee, Lucy; I thank heaven too my griefs are
none of these. Yet Stukely deals in hints--He talks of rumours--I'll
urge him to speak plainly--Hark?--There's some one entering.

_Lucy._ Perhaps my master, madam.
[_Exit._

_Mrs. Bev._ Let him be well too, and I am satisfied. (_Goes to the
door, and listens._) No; 'tis another's voice; his had been music to
me. Who is it, Lucy?


SCENE VII.

_Re-enter LUCY with STUKELY._

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

_Stu._ To meet you thus alone, madam, was what I wished. Unseasonable
visits, when friendship warrants them, need no excuse; therefore I
make none.

_Mrs. Bev._ What mean you, Sir? And where's your friend?

_Stu._ Men may have secrets, madam, which their best friends are not