Mr. D. Softly, Sir; you disorder——
Mag. You can put them to rights again [takes up a book].—What is this?
Mr. D. My account-book.
Mag. Is it?
Mr. D. 'Tis in your hands, you may examine it.
Mag. [giving the book to the attendants]. Put that with the rest—[sits down].
Mr. D. Have you done here?
Mag. Patience [fans his face with the papers he has in his hand]. Very hot to-day. [Pointing to a small trunk]? What is that?
Augusta. Trifles: some ladies dresses.
Mag. Open it.