Counsellor [laughing]. Fantastical nonsense! Things have different sides: that which in common life, you call honesty, is bungler's work in politics.
Lewis [looking sharply at him]. So!
Counsellor. Apropos—the accounts of Drave's guardianship are brought; there we shall discover his impositions.
Lewis. I don't mind him; but Augusta, and her mother——No, that shall not be.
Enter the Chancellor's Clerk.
Clerk. Gentlemen, there is a person waiting for My Lord; guess who?
Lewis. I don't care.
Clerk. One I should never have expected to see here.
Counsellor. Who is it?
Clerk [to Lewis]. Your brother.