Mrs. Bev. Ay, worse than ruin. 'Twould be to sin against conviction. Why was it mentioned?
Stu. To guard you against rumour. The sport of half mankind is mischief; and for a single error they make men devils. If their tales reach you, disbelieve them.
Mrs. Bev. What tales? By whom? Why told? I have heard nothing; or if I had, with all his errors, my Beverley's firm faith admits no doubt. It is my safety; my seat of rest and joy, while the storm threatens round me. I'll not forsake it. (Stukely sighs, and looks down) Why turn you from me? And why that sigh?
Stu. I was attentive, madam; and sighs will come we know not why. Perhaps I have been too busy. If it should seem so, impute my zeal to friendship, that meant to guard you against evil tongues. Your Beverley is wronged; slandered most vilely. My life upon his truth.
Mrs. Bev. And mine too. Who is't that doubts it? But no matter—I am prepared, Sir.—Yet why this caution?—You are my husband's friend; I think you mine too; the common friend of both. (Pauses) I had been unconcerned else.
Stu. For heaven's sake, madam, be so still! I meant to guard you against suspicion, not to alarm it.
Mrs. Bev. Nor have you, Sir. Who told you of suspicion? I have a heart it cannot reach.
Stu. Then I am happy—I would say more, but am prevented.
SCENE V.
Re-enter Charlotte.