Sir Feeb. A Mistake, a Mistake, proceed to the business, good Brother, for time you know is precious.
Sir Cau. Some strange Catastrophe has happened between him and his
Wife to Night, and makes him disturb me thus— [Aside.
—Come, sit, good Brother, and to the business as you say—
[_They sit one at one end of the Table, the other at the other;
Dick sets down the Light and goes out—both sit gaping and
staring, and expecting when either should speak_.
Sir Feeb. As soon as you please, Sir.
Lord, how wildly he stares! He’s much disturb’d in’s mind
—Well, Sir, let us be brief—
Sir Cau. As brief as you please, Sir—Well, Brother—
[Pausing still.
Sir Feeb. So, Sir.
Sir Cau. How strangely he stares and gapes—some deep concern.
Sir Feeb. Hum—hum—
Sir Cau. I listen to you, advance—
Sir Feeb. Sir?