Augusta. Do not mention him, dear mother.
Mrs. D. To accuse your father of having made a false inventory! 'Tis an unheard-of baseness—and your father behaves with such fortitude and composure—gives up all he is worth, and——Hush! who is coming?
Enter DRAVE, a Magistrate and his attendants.
Mag. What room is this?
Mr. D. My fitting room.
Mag. So! N°. 14. [writes it down: an attendant marks it on the door].—No closets in the wainscot here?
Mr. D. No.
Mag. Nothing concealed?
Mr. D. No.
Mag. Unlock this desk. [Drave unlocks it, Mag. tumbles over the papers].