Mrs. D. Be not afflicted, my dear Augusta—compose yourself. He appears to be misled rather than wicked. Yet they have drawn so artful a snare about him, that I fear it will be difficult to destroy it.
Augusta. Will it?
Mrs. D. God grant this moment may prove fortunate, and fully convince him of their villainy!
Counsellor [without]. I can't, upon my honour, I am so busy——
Lewis [without]. Pshaw! don't stand on ceremony.
Mrs. D. They are coming, let us be gone.
Augusta. Who?
Mrs. D. Come, come. [Exeunt.
Enter LEWIS and COUNSELLOR.
Lewis. It would be too late afterwards, I assure you.