Counsellor. I am grieved indeed—truly sorry to refuse you any thing—I have so much esteem for you!
Augusta. Be generous, Sir, I intreat you.
Counsellor. You are such a lovely petitioner, that I could almost forgive adversity, as it unfolds so many charms in you: but indeed your father has offended all his friends—it is impossible.
Augusta. In the name of humanity, be generous.
Counsellor. Charming good lady! I cannot assist you—not now, afterwards perhaps——
Augusta [in tears]. Unfeeling man!
Counsellor. Dear young lady! be comforted—things may turn out better than you expect.—Indeed I am deeply afflicted: if I could assist you, you might depend upon me—forgive me, my dear Augusta! I must leave you now. I humbly thank you for your flattering attention. [Exit.
Mrs. D. [entering hastily]. Merciful heaven! must it come to that?
Augusta. Speak, mother; what is the matter?
[Mr. D. enters, followed by Philip Brook]. Such an infamous fellow! I could bear no longer.