Fail. Your own house, you think, is clear, my lord?
Const. I dare answer for all there, as much as for myself.
Burr. Oh, that he would but think that Loveby had it!
Fail. If you'll be friends with me, I'll try what I can persuade him to.
Burr. Here's my hand, I will, dear heart.
Fail. Your own house being clear, my lord, I am apt to suspect this Loveby for such a person. Did you mark how abruptly he went out?
Non. He did indeed, Mr Failer. But why should I suspect him? his carriage is fair, and his means great; he could never live after this rate, if it were not.
Fail. This still renders him the more suspicious: He has no land, to my knowledge.
Burr. Well said, mischief. [Aside.
Const. My father's credulous, and this rogue has found the blind side of him; would Loveby heard him! [To ISABELLA.