SCENE VII.
Enter Mrs. Beverley, and Lewson.
Mrs. Bev. My life!
Bev. My love! How fares it? I have been a truant husband.
Mrs. Bev. But we meet now, and that heals all. Doubts and alarms I have had; but in this dear embrace I bury and forget them. My friend here (pointing to Lewson) has been indeed a friend. Charlotte, 'tis You must thank him: your brother's thanks and mine are of too little value.
Bev. Yet what we have, we'll pay. I thank, you, Sir, and am obliged. I would say more, but that your goodness to the wife, upbraids the husband's follies. Had I been wise, She had not trespassed on your bounty.
Lew. Nor has she trespassed. The little I have done, acceptance over-pays.
Char. So friendship thinks—
Mrs. Bev. And doubles obligations, by striving to conceal them—We'll talk another time on't. You are too thoughtful, love.
Bev. No; I have reason for these thoughts.