Counsellor. Don't be so impatient: the originals—they are not amongst them.
Lewis. No?
Counsellor. No!
Lewis [coldly]. Let me see; shew me the papers.
Counsellor. Why will you see them particularly now?
Lewis [earnestly]. Be so good.
Counsellor. Who can look over them now? all incoherent pieces—thoughts—tracts—odes on despotism—addresses to liberty. It is not worth while.
Lewis [crossing his arms]. It is a very strange refusal.
Counsellor [offended]. Have I deserved such mistrust?
Lewis. Your question would inspire it.