Dilly. Yes; but I do not accuse.
Fred. Dilly, you are an enigma. Do you know that doubting Harry’s guilt places me under suspicion?
Dilly. Does it?
Fred. Dilly, you surely do not suspect me?
Dilly. Mr. Hastings, we will speak no more of this.
Fred. But, Dilly—
Dilly. I repeat, I accuse no one. The time will come when all this will be made clear. We must wait.
Fred. (Aside.) That girl does suspect me. (Aloud.) You’re quite right, Dilly. It’s a disagreeable subject, and unworthy our attention this bright, beautiful morning. Come, Lucy, it’s too pleasant to be cooped up indoors. What say you to a sail?
Lucy. I shall be delighted to go. Dilly, will you go with us?
Dilly. Thank you; but I have something very particular to attend to this morning. You must entertain Mr. Hastings.