Mrs. D. Very well: but——
Mr. D. And now this Chancellor sends me a letter, desiring me to bring him my accounts, as guardian to Lewis this afternoon that he may overlook them. I'll not do it. [Takes a letter off the table, and gives it to Mrs. Drave—walks angrily up and down while she reads it—takes it back]. What do you think of it?
Mrs. D. It is unpleasant—but why send a positive refusal?
Mr. D. And why not?
Mrs. D. The Chancellor is a very powerful man.
Mr. D. I do not fear him.
Mrs. D. He takes every opportunity to injure us; his hatred is implacable. What can you oppose to his base intrigues?
Mr. D. My heart, and plain dealing.
Mrs. D. Do not offend him so sensibly: rather send the accounts.
Mr. D. Never! The very sum he now troubles me for is to pay himself. He lent it to Lewis, through a third person, upon exorbitant interest.