SURFACE. Hush!—I beg your Pardon but Sir Peter has overheard all we have been saying—I knew you would clear yourself, or I shouldn't have consented—
CHARLES. How Sir Peter—Where is He—
SURFACE. Softly, there! [Points to the closet.]
CHARLES. [In the Closet!] O 'fore Heaven I'll have him out—Sir Peter come forth!
SURFACE. No—no——
CHARLES. I say Sir Peter—come into court.—
[Pulls in SIR PETER.]
What—my old Guardian—what[!] turn inquisitor and take evidence incog.—
SIR PETER. Give me your hand—Charles—I believe I have suspected you wrongfully; but you mustn't be angry with Joseph—'twas my Plan—
CHARLES. Indeed!—