I wish I could find that fellow;—I cannot think he has been treacherous;—but it is very strange, neither he nor my man have returned yet:—I am tired of seeking Frankton too;—since he made free to call at Harriet's for me, I think I will go to Miss Airy's for him: they say she lives near by. [Enter Humphry.]—Well, sir, what have you done with the trunk?
Humphry. Why, what you told me, to be sure. I've been a making your man Cuffy drunk, with some of the money you give me; but he's 'most sober now.
Loveyet. Did you see Mr. Frankton?
Humphry. No; but I carried the trunk to his lodgings though: I was just a going to Mr. Airy's, to see if I cou'dn't find you there.
Loveyet. Mr. Airy's?
Humphry. Aye,—where Mr. Frankton lodges; number two hundred and twenty-one;—there it is before your eyes.
Loveyet. That is number one hundred and twenty-two;—you did not carry it there, I hope.
Humphry. Yes I did.—Why isn't that the place?
Loveyet. Confound your dull brains!—Did you not enquire who liv'd there?
Humphry. Yes, Mr. Airy lives there.