Bev. My uncle!—No, do not say so—O! I am sick at heart!
Mrs. Bev. Indeed!—I meant to bring you comfort.
Bev. Tell me he lives then—If you would give me comfort, tell me he lives.
Mrs. Bev. And if I did, I have no power to raise the dead. He died yesterday.
Bev. And I am heir to him?
Jar. To his whole estate, Sir—But bear it patiently.
Bev. Well, well—(Pausing) Why, fame says I am rich then?
Mrs. Bev. And truly so—Why do you look so wildly?
Bev. Do I? The news was unexpected. But has he left me all?
Jar. All, all, Sir—He could not leave it from you.