Mrs. D. 'Tis only some linen.
Mag. Turn it upside down, that I may see if there is nothing else.
Mr. D. [hastily]. Sir! [Mrs. D. steps between him and the Mag].
Mag. [rising]. What's the matter?
Mr. D. [more calm]. Must that be?
Mag. [turning over the things without looking at Drave]. Perhaps—[Looking round to an attendant] Take that desk into the drawing-room to the rest.
Mr. D. Stay, Sir; I want it here, to shut up my papers.
Mag. Afterwards, afterwards. Besides, this is not a time to shut up any thing. [Drave walks up and down]. Where are the accounts of your guardianship?
Mr. D. Down stairs.
Mag. I must have a look there. Now, Sir, if you please! [Mag. and D. exeunt.