Char. He said so last night. He gave me hints too, that he had suspicions of our friend Stukely.
Mrs. Bev. Not of treachery to your Brother? That he loves play I know; but surely he is honest.
Char. He would fain be thought so; therefore I doubt him. Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.
Mrs. Bev. What now, Lucy?
SCENE II.
Enter Lucy.
Lucy
. Your old steward, madam. I had not the heart to deny him admittance, the good old man begged so hard for it.
[Exit.
SCENE III.