Mr. R. Unhappy man! you gave security.
Mr. D. Oh my family, my child!'
Mr. R. Can you forgive me?
Mr. D. [lost in thought]. Insulted first; then reduced to beggary.
Mr. R. I have been seeking in vain for you, and for Brook: now the seals are put on every thing, and I have undone my best friend.
Mr. D. [as before]. The trial is hard.—Oh heaven! from wealth to poverty, in a single day! [Rose sits down, quite dejected].
Mr. D. [with emotion]. God's will be done!
Mr. R. [rises hastily and takes Drave's hand]. Hard is your fate; yet God knows, mine is still more so. I am reduced to nothing.
Mr. D. [softly]. I also shall have little remaining.
Mr. R. My helpless children!