The Nephews: A Play, in Five Acts.

by August Wilhelm Iffland

Mrs. D. Base enough. But, I repeat it, he is powerful, and will revenge himself.

[Mr. D. seals the letter, rings the bell.—Enter
a Servant.]

Mrs. D. You will have it so. I wish all may be well.

Mr. D. [giving the letter to the Servant]. To the Chancellor's. [Exit Servant.

Mrs. D. Had you only done it in a better manner—You may remember 'twas for your rashness he withdrew the £.4000.

Mr. D. For my rashness? Oh, no.—To place it out at higher interest somewhere else.—At such an unseasonable time too—there again—thus to undermine good houses, that he may have full scope for his unfair practices.

Mrs. D. It may be so—But in regard to Lewis—I wish your behaviour were different: it may have such unpleasant consequences—for I must inform you, he seems to have an attachment to Augusta.

Mr. D. [surprised]. So?—and Augusta?

Mrs. D. She loves him.

Mr. D. Merciful God!