Williams. I told you last night, sir;—she look'd quite death struck, as I may say.
Frank. [Much affected.] Did——did she weep, Williams?
Williams. No, sir; but I did afterwards—I don't know what ail'd me; but, when I got out of the house, into the street, I'll be hang'd if I did'nt cry like a child.
Frank. You are an honest fellow, Williams. [A Knock at the Door of the Room.] See who is at the door.
[Williams opens the Door.
Enter John.
Williams. Well, what's the matter?
John. There's a man in the porter's lodge, says he won't go away without speaking to Mr. Francis.
Frank. See who it is, Williams. Send him to me, if necessary; but don't let me be teased, without occasion.
Williams. I'll take care, sir.