Mrs. Bev. Who was it, Charlotte?
Char. What a heart has that Jarvis!—A creditor, sister. But the good old man has taken him away. Don't distress his wife! Don't distress his sister! I could hear him say. 'Tis cruel to distress the afflicted. And when he saw me at the door, he begged pardon that his friend had knocked so loud.
Stu. I wish I had known of this. Was it a large demand, madam?
Char. I heard not that; but visits such as these, we must expect often. Why so distressed, sister? This is no new affliction.
Mrs. Bev. No, Charlotte; but I am faint with watching;
quite sunk and spiritless. Will you excuse me, Sir? I'll to my chamber, and try to rest a little.
Stu. Good thoughts go with you, madam.
[Exit Mrs. Beverley.
My bait is taken then. (
Aside.