Bev. I'm sorry for it.
Char. Sorry! Why sorry?
Bev. Your uncle's dead, Charlotte.
Char. Peace be with his soul then. Is it so terrible that an old man should die?
Bev. He should have been immortal.
Mrs. Bev. Heaven knows I wished not for his death. 'Twas the will of providence that he should die. Why are you disturbed so?
Bev. Has death no terrors in it?
Mrs. Bev. Not an old man's death. Yet if it troubles you, I wish him living.
Bev. And I, with all my heart.
Char. Why, what's the matter?