Enter PHILIP BROOK.
Philip. Madam—
Mrs. D. Mr. Brook—we——pardon me—why should I deny it?—we were engaged in a conversation—which——
Philip. Which I interrupted? I will, therefore, with your permission, take my leave.
Mrs. D. Stay, Sir!—We are, indeed, unable to continue—my heart is too full——
Philip. Have you had any disappointment, any sorrows I dare not partake?
Mrs. D. Neither, Sir.
Philip. But you have wept. I will stay: every mourner has a claim upon me; and when I see your tears, Augusta——
Augusta. Mr. Brook, the tears you see are tears of joy, shed by a happy daughter, for the tenderness of a father.
Philip. Tears of joy? It is long, my dear Madam, since I have been witness to such. Peace be on him for whom they flow! He will never want an epitaph.