Lucy. You were wrong, good Gilbert, I cannot see him.
Gil. No, ’tis you are wrong, Mrs. Lucy Gwinett, how do you know but he may bring you good news?
Lucy. Can he make the dead live again? Good news!
Gil. Well, now for my sake, see the gentleman.
Lucy. I cannot refuse you. Heaven knows what would have been my fate, had I not found a friend—a protector in you.
Gil. You’ll see him then? Ah I knew you’d think better of it. He’s a very pleasant kind of gentleman; and asked after you so earnestly, that I’m sure he cannot mean but kind.
Enter Grayling, (abruptly.) L.
Well, and what do you want?
Gray. Aye, it’s ever thus.—Do you think I bring the plague into your house, that you look so fiercely at me?
Gil. I don’t know, but you do!—Is there nobody here that you are ashamed to gaze upon?