Reef. Who am I? why—I’m—I’m—an honest man.

Gil. Aye, that’s so general a character; couldn’t you descend a little to particulars?

Reef. I’ve a letter to Mr. Gwinett—it’s of great consequence.

Gil. Who does it come from?

Reef. The writer!

Gil. Now it strikes me that this letter contains some mischief.

Reef. Why?

Gil. Because it’s brought by so black-looking a postman.

Reef. Will you deliver it? if as you say he’s not here when he comes?

Gil. Deliver it? why I don’t mind, but if you’ve any tricks you know.