Lewis [with feigned interest]. Undoubtedly; it is long since we have met each other.
Philip. It is. [A pause]. Do we live like brothers?
Lewis. Indeed, if all is not right, you are in fault; you require too much.
Philip. Require too much? Your own welfare! brotherly affection! is that too much? Our interviews are prepared by strangers. Things are gone far; and perhaps even this meeting may avail nothing.
Lewis [with seeming politeness]. For my part, you may depend upon me: upon my honour——
Philip. Lewis, I spoke with a full heart, and you answer with outward civilities.
Lewis. You mistake me: I am heartily inclined to a reconciliation.
Philip. So! I should think it unnecessary!
Lewis. How you take that again!
Philip. I apprehended your passion, your reproaches, but was not prepared for your coldness. Well; suspect me, mistake me, offend me, my heart will be still the same. We are brothers; they should never want reconciliation.