Old Man. You are not happy?
Mrs. D. No, oh no! [Enter Rose hastily, with a Servant].
Mr. R. Madam, I dare not conceal—I heard—Mr. Drave is suddenly taken ill.
Mrs. D. Merciful Heaven! Frederick, our cloaks. [Exit Servant.
Mr. R. Can you bear to look at me?
Mrs. D. Come, come, we'll go to him—come, Augusta. [Servant brings cloaks].
Mr. R. [whilst Mrs. D. takes her cloak]. But, Madam, it will affect him too much to see you thus.
Mrs. D. [not attending to him, and going, followed by Augusta and Rose].
Old Man. You leave me? Who will have pity on me? who will——
Mrs. D. Stay, Augusta, make him comfortable.—Frederick, put him out of the way.