Lucy. At the Town's end she met Mr. Ballance's Steward, who told her that Mrs. Silvia was gone from her Father's, and no Body cou'd tell whither.
Wor. Silvia gone from her Father's! This will be News to Plume. Go home, and tell your Lady how near I was being shot for her.
[Exeunt.
Enter Balance with a Napkin in his Hand, as risen from Dinner, and Steward.
Stew. We did not miss her till the evening, sir; and then, searching for her in the chamber that was my young master's, we found her clothes there; but the suit that your son left in the press, when he went to London, was gone.
Bal. The white, trimm'd with silver?
Stew. The same.
Bal. You ha'n't told that circumstance to any body?
Stew. To none but your worship.
Bal. And be sure you don't. Go into the dining-room, and tell Captain Plume that I beg to speak with him.