Counsellor. Go to my father, he wants you—I will see after him.
Enter COUNSELLOR and PHILIP.
Counsellor. Forgive me, dear Sir—but you know——
Philip. May I hope to speak to My Lord now?
Counsellor. Immediately—business, you know, sometimes occurs——
Philip [going up to the Chancellor's room door]. My Lord is there, I presume.
Chancellor entering. Your most obedient, Mr. Brook—Chairs, my son——an unexpected honour indeed!
Philip. My Lord, I wish to speak to you in private.
Chancellor. Most willingly. [Looks significantly at his son—exit Counsellor]. What can I do for you?
Philip. My Lord, I ask your assistance to save an honest man from ruin.