Mrs. D. Was ever such malicious treachery heard of? Should Brook cowardly delay to make use of these proofs, I will develope their crimes myself. [A gentle knock is heard at the door of the room.]
Augusta. What was that?
Mrs. D. Nothing—be quiet—our misfortunes cannot increase. [The knock repeated twice.
Augusta. Do you hear?
Mrs. D. Is any body there? Come in. [The door opens; an old man with grey hairs, dressed in an old-fashioned lace suit, much tarnished, enters, and approaches timidly].
Mrs. D. What do you wish, my good friend?
Old Man [shyly]. Madam—pray, does not somebody live here—in this house——I mean Mr. Drave?
Mrs. D. Alas! my good friend!
Old Man. He lived here once, I think—does he not live here still?
Augusta. Yes.