Char. He may go as from himself.
Stu. And if he pleases, madam, without naming Me. I am faulty myself, and should conceal the errors of a friend. But I can refuse nothing here.
[Bowing to the ladies.
Jar. I would fain see him, methinks.
Mrs. Bev. Do so then. But take care how you upbraid him. I have never upbraided him.
Jar. Would I could bring him comfort!
[Exit.
Stu. Don't be too much alarmed, madam. All men have their errors, and their times of seeing them. Perhaps my friend's time is not come yet. But he has an uncle; and old men don't live for ever. You should look forward, madam: we are taught how to value a second fortune by the loss of a first.
[A knocking at the door.
Mrs. Bev. Hark!—No; that knocking was too rude for Mr. Beverley. Pray heaven he be well!